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It
was
soon
arranged
.
Fern
phoned
and
got
her
Aunt
Edith
,
and
her
Aunt
Edith
hollered
for
Uncle
Homer
,
and
Uncle
Homer
came
in
from
the
barn
and
talked
to
Fern
.
When
he
heard
that
the
price
was
only
six
dollars
,
he
said
he
would
buy
the
pig
.
Next
day
Wilbur
was
taken
from
his
home
under
the
apple
tree
and
went
to
live
in
a
manure
pile
in
the
cellar
of
Zuckerman
’
s
barn
.
The
barn
was
very
large
.
It
was
very
old
.
It
smelled
of
hay
and
it
smelled
of
manure
.
It
smelled
of
the
perspiration
of
tired
horses
and
the
wonderful
sweet
breath
of
patient
cows
.
It
often
had
a
sort
of
peaceful
smell
-
as
though
nothing
bad
could
happen
ever
again
in
the
world
.
It
smelled
of
grain
and
of
harness
dressing
and
of
axle
grease
and
of
rubber
boots
and
of
new
rope
.
And
whenever
the
cat
was
given
a
fish
-
head
to
eat
,
the
barn
would
smell
of
fish
.
But
mostly
it
smelled
of
hay
,
for
there
was
always
hay
in
the
great
loft
up
overhead
.
And
there
was
always
hay
being
pitched
down
to
the
cows
and
the
horses
and
the
sheep
.
The
barn
was
pleasantly
warm
in
winter
when
the
animals
spent
most
of
their
time
indoors
,
and
it
was
pleasantly
cool
in
summer
when
the
big
doors
stood
wide
open
to
the
breeze
.
The
barn
had
stalls
on
the
main
floor
for
the
work
horses
,
tie
-
ups
on
the
main
floor
for
the
cows
,
a
sheepfold
down
below
for
the
sheep
,
a
pigpen
down
below
for
Wilbur
,
and
it
was
full
of
all
sorts
of
things
that
you
find
in
barns
:
ladders
,
grindstones
,
pitch
forks
,
monkey
wrenches
,
scythes
,
lawn
mowers
,
snow
shovels
,
ax
handles
,
milk
pails
,
water
buckets
,
empty
grain
sacks
,
and
rusty
rat
traps
.
It
was
the
kind
of
barn
that
swallows
like
to
build
their
nests
in
.
It
was
the
kind
of
barn
that
children
like
to
play
in
.
And
the
whole
thing
was
owned
by
Fern
’
s
uncle
,
Mr
.
Homer
L
.
Zuckerman
.
Wilbur
’
s
new
home
was
in
the
lower
part
of
the
barn
,
directly
underneath
the
cows
.
Mr
.
Zuckerman
knew
that
a
manure
pile
is
a
good
place
to
keep
a
young
pig
.
Pigs
need
warmth
,
and
it
was
warm
and
comfortable
down
there
in
the
barn
cellar
on
the
south
side
.
Fern
came
almost
every
day
to
visit
him
.
She
found
an
old
milking
stool
that
had
been
discarded
,
and
she
placed
the
stool
in
the
sheepfold
next
to
Wilbur
’
s
pen
.
Here
she
sat
quietly
during
the
long
afternoons
,
thinking
and
listening
and
watching
Wilbur
.
The
sheep
soon
got
to
know
her
and
trust
her
.
So
did
the
geese
,
who
lived
with
the
sheep
.
All
the
animals
trusted
her
,
she
was
so
quiet
and
friendly
.
Mr
.
Zuckerman
did
not
allow
her
to
take
Wilbur
out
,
and
he
did
not
allow
her
to
get
into
the
pigpen
.
But
he
told
Fern
that
she
could
sit
on
the
stool
and
watch
Wilbur
as
long
as
she
wanted
to
.
It
made
her
happy
just
to
be
near
the
pig
,
and
it
made
Wilbur
happy
to
know
that
she
was
sitting
there
,
right
outside
his
pen
.
But
he
never
had
any
fun
no
walks
,
no
rides
,
no
swims
.
One
afternoon
in
June
,
when
Wilbur
was
almost
two
months
old
,
he
wandered
out
into
his
small
yard
outside
the
barn
.
Fern
had
not
arrived
for
her
usual
visit
.
Wilbur
stood
in
the
sun
feeling
lonely
and
bored
.
"
There
’
s
never
anything
to
do
around
here
,
"
he
thought
.
He
walked
slowly
to
his
food
trough
and
sniffed
to
see
if
anything
had
been
overlooked
at
lunch
.
He
found
a
small
strip
of
potato
skin
and
ate
it
.
His
back
itched
,
so
he
leaned
against
the
fence
and
rubbed
against
the
boards
.
When
he
tired
of
this
,
he
walked
indoors
,
climbed
to
the
top
of
the
manure
pile
,
and
sat
down
.
He
didn
’
t
feel
like
going
to
sleep
,
he
didn
’
t
feel
like
digging
,
he
was
tired
of
standing
still
,
tired
of
lying
down
.
"
I
’
m
less
than
two
months
old
and
I
’
m
tired
of
living
,
"
he
said
.
He
walked
out
to
the
yard
again
.
"
When
I
’
m
out
here
,
"
he
said
,
"
there
’
s
no
place
to
go
but
in
.
When
I
’
m
indoors
,
there
’
s
no
place
to
go
but
out
in
the
yard
.
"
