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           Itwasaperfectpieceofdesigningandbuilding.Inanotherhourortwo,asteadystreamofpeoplewouldpassby,admiringit,andreadingit,andlookingatWilbur,andmarvelingatthemiracle.

           AsWilburwasstudyingtheweb,apairofwhiskersandasharpfaceappeared.SlowlyTempletondraggedhimselfacrossthepenandthrewhimselfdowninacorner.

           "I’mback,"hesaidinahuskyvoice."Whatanight!"

           Theratwasswollentotwicehisnormalsize.Hisstomachwasasbigaroundasajellyjar.

           "Whatanight!"herepeated,hoarsely."Whatfeastingandcarousing!Arealgorge!Imusthaveeatentheremainsofthirtylunches.NeverhaveIseensuchleavings,andeverythingwell-ripenedandseasonedwiththepassageoftimeandtheheatoftheday.Oh,itwasrich,myfriends,rich!"

           "Yououghttobeashamedofyourself,"saidCharlotteindisgust."Itwouldserveyourightifyouhadanacuteattackofindigestion."

           "Don’tworryaboutmystomach,"snarledTempleton."Itcanhandleanything.Andbytheway,I’vegotsomebadnews.AsIcamepastthatpignextdoor-theonethatcallshimselfUncleInoticedabluetagonthefrontofhispen.Thatmeanshehaswonfirstprize.Iguessyou’relicked,Wilbur.Youmightaswellrelax-nobodyisgoingtohanganymedalonyou.

           Furthermore,Iwouldn’tbesurprisedifZuckermanchangeshismindaboutyou.Waittillhegetshankeringforsomefreshporkandsmokedhamandcrispbacon!He’lltaketheknifetoyou,myboy."

           "Bestill,Templeton!"saidCharlotte."You’retoostuffedandbloatedtoknowwhatyou’resaying.