Wilbur stood still and closed his eyes. He could feel the buttermilk trickling down his sides.
He opened his mouth and some buttermilk ran in. It was delicious. He felt radiant and happy.
When Mrs. Zuckerman got through and rubbed him dry, he was the cleanest, prettiest pig you ever saw.
He was pure white, pink around the ears and snout, and smooth as silk.
The Zuckermans went up to change into their best clothes. Lurvy went to shave and put on his plaid shirt and his purple necktie.
The animals were left to themselves in the barn. The seven goslings paraded round and round their mother.
“Please, please, please take us to the Fair!” begged a gosling. Then all seven began teasing to go.
“Please, please, please, please, please, please...” They made quite a racket.
“Children!” snapped the goose. “We're staying quietly-ietly-ietly at home. Only Wilbur-ilbur-ilbur is going to the Fair.”
Just then Charlotte interrupted. “I shall go, too,” she said, softly.
I have decided to go with Wilbur. He may need me. We can't tell what may happen at the Fair Grounds.
Somebody's got to go along who knows how to write.
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