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           "Terrific!"breathedZuckerman,injoyfuladmiration."Edith,youbetterphonethereporterontheWeeklyChronicleandtellhimwhathashappened.Hewillwanttoknowaboutthis.

           Hemaywanttobringaphotographer.Thereisn’tapiginthewholestatethatisasterrificasourpig."

           Thenewsspread.PeoplewhohadjourneyedtoseeWilburwhenhewas"somepig"camebackagaintoseehimnowthathewas"terrific."

           Thatafternoon,whenMr.Zuckermanwenttomilkthecowsandcleanoutthetie-ups,hewasstillthinkingaboutwhatawondrouspigheowned.

           "Lurvy!"hecalled."Thereistobenomorecowmanurethrowndownintothatpigpen.Ihaveaterrificpig.Iwantthatpigtohaveclean,brightstraweverydayforhisbedding.Understand?"

           "Yes,sir,"saidLurvy.

           "Furthermore,"saidMr.Zuckerman,"IwantyoutostartbuildingacrateforWilbur.IhavedecidedtotakethepigtotheCountyFaironSeptembersixth.Makethecratelargeandpaintitgreenwithgoldletters!"

           "Whatwilltheletterssay?"askedLurvy.

           "TheyshouldsayZuckerman’sFamousPig."

           Lurvypickedupapitchforkandwalkedawaytogetsomecleanstraw.Havingsuchanimportantpigwasgoingtomeanplentyofextrawork,hecouldseethat.

           Belowtheappleorchard,attheendofapath,wasthedumpwhereMr.Zuckermanthrewallsortsoftrashandstuffthatnobodywantedanymore.