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"
Oh
,
be
quiet
!
"
said
the
lamb
.
"
Go
play
by
yourself
!
I
don
’
t
play
with
pigs
.
"
Sadly
,
Wilbur
lay
down
and
listened
to
the
rain
.
Soon
he
saw
the
rat
climbing
down
a
slanting
board
that
he
used
as
a
stairway
.
"
Will
you
play
with
me
,
Templeton
?
"
asked
Wilbur
.
"
Play
?
"
said
Templeton
,
twirling
his
whiskers
.
"
Play
?
I
hardly
know
the
meaning
of
the
word
.
"
"
Well
,
"
said
Wilbur
,
"
it
means
to
have
fun
,
to
frolic
,
to
run
and
skip
and
make
merry
.
"
"
I
never
do
those
things
if
I
can
avoid
them
,
"
replied
the
rat
,
sourly
.
"
I
prefer
to
spend
my
time
eating
,
gnaw
-
ing
,
spying
,
and
hiding
.
I
am
a
glutton
but
not
a
merry
-
maker
.
Right
now
I
am
on
my
way
to
your
trough
to
eat
your
breakfast
,
since
you
haven
’
t
got
sense
enough
to
eat
it
yourself
.
"
And
Templeton
,
the
rat
,
crept
stealthily
along
the
wall
and
disappeared
into
a
private
tunnel
that
he
had
dug
between
the
door
and
the
trough
in
Wilbur
’
s
yard
.
Templeton
was
a
crafty
rat
,
and
he
had
things
pretty
much
his
own
way
.
The
tunnel
was
an
example
of
his
skill
and
cunning
.
The
tunnel
enabled
him
to
get
from
the
barn
to
his
hiding
place
under
the
pig
trough
without
coming
out
into
the
open
.
He
had
tunnels
and
runways
all
over
Mr
.
Zuckerman
’
s
farm
and
could
get
from
one
place
to
another
without
being
seen
.
Usually
he
slept
during
the
daytime
and
was
abroad
only
after
dark
.
Wilbur
watched
him
disappear
into
his
tunnel
.
In
a
moment
he
saw
the
rat
’
s
sharp
nose
poke
out
from
underneath
the
wooden
trough
.
Cautiously
Templeton
pulled
himself
up
over
the
edge
of
the
trough
.
This
was
almost
more
than
Wilbur
could
stand
:
on
this
dreary
,
rainy
day
to
see
his
breakfast
being
eaten
by
somebody
else
.
He
knew
Templeton
was
getting
soaked
,
out
there
in
the
pouring
rain
,
but
even
that
didn
’
t
comfort
him
.
Friendless
,
dejected
,
and
hungry
,
he
threw
himself
down
in
the
manure
and
sobbed
.
Late
that
afternoon
,
Lurvy
went
to
Mr
.
Zuckerman
"
I
think
there
’
s
something
wrong
with
that
pig
of
yours
.
He
hasn
’
t
touched
his
food
.
"
"
Give
him
two
spoonfuls
of
sulphur
and
a
little
molasses
,
"
said
Mr
.
Zuckerman
.
