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           Charlottegotsointerested,sheloweredherselfonadraglinesoshecouldseebetter.Wilburstoodstillandclosedhiseyes.Hecouldfeelthebuttermilktricklingdownhissides.Heopenedhismouthandsomebuttermilkranin.Itwasdelicious.Hefeltradiantandhappy.WhenMrs.Zuckermangotthroughandrubbedhimdry,hewasthecleanest,prettiestpigyoueversaw.Hewaspurewhite,pinkaroundtheearsandsnout,andsmoothassilk.

           TheZuckermanswentuptochangeintotheirbestclothes.Lurvywenttoshaveandputonhisplaidshirtandhispurplenecktie.Theanimalswerelefttothemselvesinthebarn.

           Thesevengoslingsparadedroundandroundtheirmother.

           "Please,please,pleasetakeustotheFair!"beggedagosling.Thenallsevenbeganteasingtogo.

           "Please,please,please,please,please,please…"Theymadequitearacket.

           "Children!"snappedthegoose."We’restayingquietly-ietly-ietlyathome.OnlyWilbur-ilbur-ilburisgoingtotheFair."

           JustthenCharlotteinterrupted.

           "Ishallgo,too,"shesaid,softly."IhavedecidedtogowithWilbur.Hemayneedme.Wecan’ttellwhatmayhappenattheFairGrounds.Somebody’sgottogoalongwhoknowshowtowrite.AndIthinkTempletonbettercome,too-Imightneedsomebodytorunerrandsanddogeneralwork."

           "I’mstayingrighthere,"grumbledtherat."Ihaven’ttheslightestinterestinfairs."

           "That’sbecauseyou’veneverbeentoone,"remarkedtheoldsheep."Afairisarat’sparadise.Everybodyspillsfoodatafair.Aratcancreepoutlateatnightandhaveafeast.