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Wilbur
didn
’
t
care
.
He
kept
walking
toward
the
pail
of
slops
.
"
You
’
ll
miss
your
freedom
,
"
honked
the
goose
.
"
An
hour
of
freedom
is
worth
a
barrel
of
slops
.
"
Wilbur
didn
’
t
care
.
When
Mr
.
Zuckerman
reached
the
pigpen
,
he
climbed
over
the
fence
and
poured
the
slops
into
the
trough
.
Then
he
pulled
the
loose
board
away
from
the
fence
,
so
that
there
was
a
wide
hole
for
Wilbur
to
walk
through
.
"
Reconsider
,
reconsider
!
"
cried
the
goose
.
Wilbur
paid
no
attention
.
He
stepped
through
the
fence
into
his
yard
.
He
walked
to
the
trough
and
took
a
long
drink
of
slops
,
sucking
in
the
milk
hungrily
and
chewing
the
popover
.
It
was
good
to
be
home
again
.
While
Wilbur
ate
,
Lurvy
fetched
a
hammer
and
some
8
-
penny
nails
and
nailed
the
board
in
place
.
Then
he
and
Mr
.
Zuckerman
leaned
lazily
on
the
fence
and
Mr
.
Zuckerman
scratched
Wilbur
’
s
back
with
a
stick
"
He
’
s
quite
a
pig
,
"
said
Lurvy
.
"
Yes
,
he
’
ll
make
a
good
pig
,
"
said
Mr
.
Zuckerman
.
Wilbur
heard
the
words
of
praise
.
He
felt
the
warm
milk
inside
his
stomach
.
He
felt
the
pleasant
rubbing
of
the
stick
along
his
itchy
back
.
He
felt
peaceful
and
happy
and
sleepy
.
This
had
been
a
tiring
afternoon
.
It
was
still
only
about
four
o
’
clock
but
Wilbur
was
ready
for
bed
.
