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           Lurvywanderedoffbyhimself,hopingtomeetfriendsandhavesomefunonthemidway.

           Assoonasthepeopleweregone,CharlottespoketoWilbur.

           "It’sagoodthingyoucan’tseewhatIsee,"shesaid.

           "Whatdoyousee?"askedWilbur.

           "There’sapiginthenextpenandhe’senormous.I’mafraidhe’smuchbiggerthanyouare."

           "Maybehe’solderthanIam,andhashadmoretimetogrow,"suggestedWilbur.Tearsbegantocometohiseyes.

           "I’lldropdownandhaveacloserlook,"Charlottesaid.Thenshecrawledalongabeamtillshewasdirectlyoverthenextpen.Sheletherselfdownonadraglineuntilshehungintheairjustinfrontofthebigpig’ssnout.

           "MayIhaveyourname?"sheasked,politely.

           Thepigstaredather."Noname,"hesaidinabig,heartyvoice."JustcallmeUncle."

           "Verywell,Uncle,"repliedCharlotte."Whatisthedateofyourbirth?Areyouaspringpig?"

           "SureI’maspringpig,"repliedUncle."WhatdidyouthinkIwas,aspringchicken?Haw,haw-that’sagoodone,eh,Sister."

           "Mildlyfunny,"saidCharlotte."I’veheardfunnierones,though.Gladtohavemetyou,andnowImustbegoing."

           SheascendedslowlyandreturnedtoWilbur’spen."Heclaimshe’saspringpig,"reportedCharlotte,"andperhapsheis.Onethingiscertain,hehasamostunattractivepersonality.Heistoofamiliar,toonoisy,andhecracksweakjokes.Also,he’snotanywherenearascleanasyouare,noraspleasant.Itookquiteadisliketohiminourbriefinterview.He’sgoingtobeahardpigtobeat,though,Wilbur,onaccountofhissizeandweight.