Charlotte had written the word RADIANT, and Wilbur really looked radiant as he stood in the golden sunlight.
Ever since the spider had befriended him, he had done his best to live up to his reputation.
When Charlotte's web said SOME PIG, Wilbur had tried hard to look like some pig.
When Charlotte's web said TERRIFIC, Wilbur had tried to look terrific.
And now that the web said RADIANT, he did everything possible to make himself glow.
It is not easy to look radiant, but Wilbur threw himself into it with a will. He would turn his head slightly and blink his long eyelashes.
Then he would breathe deeply. And when his audience grew bored, he would spring into the air and do a back flip with a half twist.
At this the crowd would yell and cheer. “How's that for a pig?” Mr. Zuckerman would ask, well pleased with himself. “That pig is radiant.”
Some of Wilbur's friends in the barn worried for fear all this attention would go to his head and make him stuck up.
But it never did. Wilbur was modest; fame did not spoil him.
He still worried some about the future, as he could hardly believe that a mere spider would be able to save his life.
Sometimes at night he would have a bad dream. He would dream that men were coming to get him with knives and guns. But that was only a dream.
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