“Wilbur's not dirty,” said Mr. Zuckerman proudly. “He's filthy behind the ears,” said Mrs. Zuckerman.
Every time Lurvy slops him, the food runs down around the ears. Then it dries and forms a crust.
He also has a smudge on one side where he lays in the manure.” “He lays in clean straw,” corrected Mr. Zuckerman.
“Well, he's dirty, and he's going to have a bath.” Mr. Zuckerman sat down weakly and ate a doughnut.
His wife went to the woodshed. When she returned, she wore rubber boots and an old raincoat,
and she carried a bucket of buttermilk and a small wooden paddle.
“Edith, you're crazy,” mumbled Zuckerman. But she paid no attention to him.
Together they walked to the pigpen. Mrs. Zuckerman wasted no time.
She climbed in with Wilbur and went to work. Dipping her paddle in the buttermilk, she rubbed him all over.
The geese gathered around to see the fun, and so did the sheep and lambs.
Even Templeton poked his head out cautiously, to watch Wilbur get a buttermilk bath.
Charlotte got so interested, she lowered herself on a dragline so she could see better.
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