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Shadows
lengthened
.
The
cool
and
kindly
breath
of
evening
entered
through
doors
and
windows
.
Astride
her
web
,
Charlotte
sat
moodily
eating
a
horsefly
and
thinking
about
the
future
After
a
while
she
bestirred
herself
.
She
descended
to
the
center
of
the
web
and
there
she
began
to
cut
some
of
her
lines
.
She
worked
slowly
but
steadily
while
the
other
creatures
drowsed
.
None
of
the
others
,
not
even
the
goose
,
noticed
that
she
was
at
work
.
Deep
in
his
soft
bed
,
Wilbur
snoozed
.
Over
in
their
favorite
corner
,
the
goslings
whistled
a
night
song
.
Charlotte
tore
quite
a
section
out
of
her
web
,
leaving
an
open
space
in
the
middle
.
Then
she
started
weaving
something
to
take
the
place
of
the
threads
she
had
removed
.
When
Templeton
got
back
from
the
dump
,
around
midnight
,
the
spider
was
still
at
work
.
The
next
day
was
foggy
.
Everything
on
the
farm
was
dripping
wet
.
The
grass
looked
like
a
magic
carpet
.
The
asparagus
patch
looked
like
a
silver
forest
.
On
foggy
mornings
,
Charlotte
’
s
web
was
truly
a
thing
of
beauty
.
This
morning
each
thin
strand
was
decorated
with
dozens
of
tiny
beads
of
water
.
The
web
glistened
in
the
light
and
made
a
pattern
of
loveliness
and
mystery
,
like
a
delicate
veil
.
Even
Lurvy
,
who
wasn
’
t
particularly
interested
in
beauty
,
noticed
the
web
when
he
came
with
the
pig
’
s
breakfast
.
He
noted
how
clearly
it
showed
up
and
he
noted
how
big
and
carefully
built
it
was
.
And
then
he
took
another
look
and
he
saw
something
that
made
him
set
his
pail
down
.
There
,
in
the
center
of
the
web
,
neatly
woven
in
block
letters
,
was
a
message
.
It
said
:
SOME
PIG
!
Lurvy
felt
weak
.
He
brushed
his
hand
across
his
eyes
and
stared
harder
at
Charlotte
’
s
web
.
"
I
’
m
seeing
things
,
"
he
whispered
.
He
dropped
to
his
knees
and
uttered
a
short
prayer
.
Then
,
forgetting
all
about
Wilbur
’
s
breakfast
,
he
walked
back
to
the
house
and
called
Mr
.
Zuckerman
.
"
I
think
you
’
d
better
come
down
to
the
pigpen
,
"
he
said
.
