Everybody heard the song of the crickets. Avery and Fern Arable heard it as they walked the dusty road.
They knew that school would soon begin again. The young geese heard it and knew that they would never be little goslings again.
Charlotte heard it and knew that she hadn't much time left.
Mrs. Zuckerman, at work in the kitchen, heard the crickets, and a sadness came over her, too.
“Another summer gone,” she sighed. Lurvy, at work building a crate for Wilbur, heard the song and knew it was time to dig potatoes.
“Summer is over and gone,” repeated the crickets. “How many nights till frost?” sang the crickets.
“Good-bye, summer, good-bye, good-bye!” The sheep heard the crickets, and they felt so uneasy
they broke a hole in the pasture fence and wandered up into the field across the road.
The gander discovered the hole and led his family through, and they walked to the orchard and ate the apples that were lying on the ground.
A little maple tree in the swamp heard the cricket song and turned bright red with anxiety.
Wilbur was now the center of attraction on the farm. Good food and regular hours were showing results:
Wilbur was a pig any man would be proud of. One day more than a hundred people came to stand at his yard and admire him.
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