Chapter V Charlotte
The night seemed long. Wilbur’s stomach was empty and his mind was full. And when your stomach is empty and your mind is full,
it’s always hard to sleep. A dozen times during the night Wilbur woke and stared into the blackness,
listening to the sounds and trying to figure out what time it was. A barn is never perfectly quiet.
Even at midnight there is usually something stirring. The first time he woke, he heard Templeton gnawing a hole in the grain bin.
Templeton’s teeth scraped loudly against the wood and made quite a racket. “That crazy rat!” thought Wilbur.
Why does he have to stay up all night, grinding his clashers and destroying people’s property?
Why can’t he go to sleep, like any decent animal?” The second time Wilbur woke,
he heard the goose turning on her nest and chuckling to herself. “What time is it?” whispered Wilbur to the goose.
“Probably-obably-obably about half-past eleven,” said the goose. “Why aren’t you asleep, Wilbur?”
“Too many things on my mind,” said Wilbur. “Well,” said the goose, “that’s not my trouble.
I have nothing at all on my mind, but I’ve too many things under my behind. Have you ever tried to sleep while sitting on eight eggs?”
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