Паутина Шарлотты
Chapter 13
Here,inasmallclearinghiddenbyyoungaldersandwildraspberrybushes,wasanastonishingpileofoldbottlesandemptytincansanddirtyragsandbitsofmetalandbrokenbottlesandbrokenhingesandbrokenspringsanddeadbatteriesandlastmonth’smagazinesandolddiscardeddishmopsandtatteredoverallsandrustyspikesandleakypailsandforgottenstoppersanduselessjunkofallkinds,includingawrong-sizecrankforabrokenice-creamfreezer.
Templetonknewthedumpandlikedit.Thereweregoodhidingplacesthere-excellentcoverforarat.Andtherewasusuallyatincanwithfoodstillclingingtotheinside.
Templetonwasdowntherenow,rummagingaround.Whenhereturnedtothebarn,hecarriedinhismouthanadvertisementhehadtornfromacrumpledmagazine.
"How’sthis?"heasked,showingtheadtoCharlotte."Itsays’Crunchy."’Crunchy’wouldbeagoodwordtowriteinyourweb."
"Justthewrongidea,"repliedCharlotte."Couldn’tbeworse.Wedon’twantZuckermantothinkWilburiscrunchy.Hemightstartthinkingaboutcrisp,crunchybaconandtastyham.Thatwouldputideasintohishead.WemustadvertiseWilbur’snoblequalities,nothistastiness.Gogetanotherword,please,Templeton!"
Theratlookeddisgusted.Buthesneakedawaytothedumpandwasbackinawhilewithastripofcottoncloth."How’sthis?"heasked."It’salabeloffanoldshirt."
Charlotteexaminedthelabel.ItsaidPRESHRUNK.
"I’msorry,Templeton,"shesaid,"but’Pre-shrunk’isoutofthequestion.WewantZuckermantothinkWilburisnicelyfilledout,notallshrunkup.
