From across the road a bird sang “Whippoorwill, whippoorwill!”
Lurvy sat down under an apple tree and lit his pipe; the animals sniffed the familiar smell of strong tobacco.
Wilbur heard the trill of the tree toad and the occasional slamming of the kitchen door.
All these sounds made him feel comfortable and happy, for he loved life and loved to be a part of the world on a summer evening.
But as he lay there he remembered what the old sheep had told him. The thought of death came to him and he began to tremble with fear.
“Charlotte?” he said, softly. “Yes, Wilbur?” “I don’t want to die.”
“Of course you don’t,” said Charlotte in a comforting voice.
“I just love it here in the barn,” said Wilbur. “I love everything about this place.”
“Of course you do,” said Charlotte. “We all do.” The goose appeared, followed by her seven goslings.
They thrust their little necks out and kept up a musical whistling, like a tiny troupe of pipers.
Wilbur listened to the sound with love in his heart. “Charlotte?” he said.
“Yes?” said the spider. “Were you serious when you promised you would keep them from killing me?”
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