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.
Wilbur couldn’t believe what was happening to him when Lurvy caught him and forced the medicine down his throat.
This was certainly the worst day of his life. He didn’t know whether he could endure the awful loneliness any more.
Darkness settled over everything. Soon there were only shadows and the noises of the sheep chewing their cuds,
and occasionally the rattle of a cow-chain up overhead. You can imagine Wilbur’s surprise when, out of the darkness,
came a small voice he had never heard before. It sounded rather thin, but pleasant.
“Do you want a friend, Wilbur?” it said. “I’ll be a friend to you. I’ve watched you all day and I like you.”
“But I can’t see you,” said Wilbur, jumping to his feet. “Where are you? And who are you?”
“I’m right up here,” said the voice. “Go to sleep. You’ll see me in the morning.”
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