Charlotts Web Earth Was Good and Green Again
Charlotte: Trust me, Wilbur. People are very gullible. They'll believe anything they come across in print.
[last lines]
Narrator: Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite took her place in his heart. She was in a course by herself. It is not frequently that someone comes forth who is a truthful friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.
Fern Arable: [John Arable lifts runt from the newborn litter of piglets] Papa! Papa, finish! Don't kill it! It's unfair.
Abundant: Fern! You will have learn to command yourself!
Fern Arable: [crying] Control myself? This is a affair of life and expiry, and you talk about controlling myself?
Arable: Now Fern, I know a lot more than about raising pigs than you do. A weakling makes trouble, now run along.
Fern Arable: Just it's unfair! If I had been very small, would you take killed me?
Arable: No, certainly non! A little daughter is one thing, a... runty grunter is another.
Fern Abundant: [Sobbing] I don't see any difference! This is the well-nigh terrible case of injustice that I ever heard of!
Arable: Oh? Now I've got a good mind to let you heighten this grunter, and so you'll run into what trouble a pig can be.
Fern Arable: Oh Papa, would you - delight?
Arable: [Hands the runt to Fern, then she kisses it] All right. He'south yours, saved from an untimely expiry.
Fern Arable: Oh, wait at him; he's absolutely perfect! His name is... Wilbur.
[kisses him once again]
Abundant: A pig doesn't grow fatty on kisses and hugs, Fern. Now take him within and feed him.
[at the meeting, Charlotte is looking for a new message to write in her web]
Lamb: How about "Sus scrofa Supreme"?
Charlotte: Mmmm... no adept. Information technology sounds like a rich dessert.
[Templeton walks by with an apple core towards the trough, and Charlotte glares at Templeton]
Goose: How nearly terrific, terrific, terrific?
Charlotte: Cut that downward to *one* terrific, and information technology will do nicely. I remember "terrific" will print Zuckerman.
Wilbur: But Charlotte, I'k not terrific.
Charlotte: You're terrific, equally far as I am concerned.
[Templeton, while belongings an orange peel in his oral fissure, smacks Wilbur'south face with his tail and walks off to the trough]
Charlotte: [after glaring at Templeton] And does anybody know how to spell it?
Goose: I call up information technology'southward T, double-E, double-R, double-R, double-I, double-F, double-I, double-C, C, C!
Charlotte: [Charlotte'south remark, from shock back to the goose] What kind of acrobat practise yous recollect I am? It would take me all night to write that.
Wilbur: I didn't know you could lay eggs.
Charlotte: Oh aye. I'm versatile.
Wilbur: Does versatile mean "full of eggs"?
Charlotte: [chuckling] Certainly non. Versatile means I can turn with ease from i thing to another.
Templeton: [reading the clipping] It says "Crunchy."
Charlotte: No, that'due south wrong. It could commencement Zuckerman thinking about crunchy bacon.
Wilbur: Ohhh!
Charlotte: [sternly] Wilbur, I preclude you lot to faint!
Narrator: Wilbur's tummy was empty and his mind was full. Well, when your stomach is empty and your heed is total, It's difficult to fall comatose. Just sleep and Wilbur finally found each other.
Charlotte: [afterward Templeton ignored and distracted Charlotte's coming together, he continues to look for nutrient equally a cat approaches the fence] Why don't you try over past the contend, Templeton?
Templeton: Huh?
Charlotte: [innocently] Lurvy dropped half a sandwich from his lunch there.
Templeton: Why, cheers, Charlotte!
[goes over to the debate, the cat sees him and tries to pounce over the fence; he flees and the cat leaves]
Templeton: [calling] That wasn't nice, Charlotte!
Charlotte: Possibly next fourth dimension I call a meeting Templeton, yous'll see fit to attend.
Charlotte: The autumn days grow short and cold; / It's Christmas time once again. / And then snows of winter slowly melt. / The days grow curt, / And so... / He turns the seasons effectually, / And so she changes... her gown: / Mother Earth... and Father Time.
[words are slowly being reduced to a whisper]
Charlotte: How very special are we... / For just a moment... to be... / Part of life's... eternal... rhyme.
[passes away]
Wilbur: [singing] Isn't it not bad, that I articulate? / Isn't it 1000? That you lot tin can empathise / I don't honk, I don't *eep*, I don't even squeak or squawk / When I wanna say a-something, I open up and talk, I can talk, I tin can talk, talk, talk, I can...
Ram: Why don't y'all keep it down?
Wilbur: I tin talk!
Ram: Sheep practise not play with pigs.
Wilbur: Why not?
Ram: Oh, information technology'southward a matter of status. Sheep, for instance, are highly regarded by Zuckerman, because we furnish him with good quality wool. With pigs, on the other hand, it'southward simply a matter of time.
Wilbur: Fourth dimension to what?
Ram: Till yous're fat plenty to kill.
Wilbur: What did you say?
Ram: Oh, everybody knows it. In the fall, you lot'll exist turned into smoked bacon and ham. Simply every bit soon as common cold weather sets in, they'll kill y'all.
[after the goose's eggs have hatched]
Wilbur: Congratulations! How many are there?
Goose: There are seven.
Charlotte: Seven is a lucky number.
Goose: Luck has zilch to do with it! It was adept management and hard work!
Templeton: [looking at a lonely unhatched egg] Why didn't, uh, this i hatch?
Goose: [gloomily] It's a dud, I guess.
Templeton: What are yous going to do with it?
Goose: [sternly] Yous can have information technology. Scroll information technology away and add it to that nasty collection of yours! Be conscientious - a rotten egg tin can be a regular stink flop!
Templeton: [patting the egg] I know what I'm doing. I handle stuff similar this all the time.
[Templeton rolls the egg abroad and buries it in his hole]
[Templeton returns from a night of overeating]
Templeton: [hiccups] I'm back.
[Charlotte and Wilbur glare at him]
Templeton: What a night! Never have I seen such leavings! Everything well ripened, seasoned with the passage of time and the oestrus of the day... Oh, it was rich, my friends, riiiiiich!
[hiccups]
Charlotte: You ought to be ashamed of yourself. It would serve you right if you had an astute attack of indigestion.
[Templeton hiccups agains and pats his tummy]
Templeton: My stomach can handle anything.
Wilbur: Templeton, if you lot weren't then dopey, you would have noticed that Charlotte's made an egg sac.
[Templeton gazes toward the ceiling and sees Charlotte's egg sac]
Templeton: [hiccups] Hooray for Charlotte.
Wilbur: She'due south going to become a mother. For *your* information, there are 514 eggs in that bully, little sac.
Templeton: [sarcastically] This *has* been a nighttime.
[Templeton crawls over to Wilbur's pen and hiccups over again]
Narrator: And so, Wilbur came habitation to his honey manure pile in the barn cellar. Around his neck, he wore a medal of honor. In his mouth, he held a sack of spider's eggs.
[Mr. Zuckerman takes Wilbur's medal, polishes it, and hangs it over the cellar doorway]
Narrator: Wilbur no longer worried about beingness killed, for he knew that Mr. Zuckerman would go on him as long as he lived.
Narrator: The autumn days grew short. One evening, simply before Christmas, snow began falling, and cold settled on the world.
[we see Fern and Avery sledding downwards a colina in forepart of the Zuckermans' barn]
Narrator: All wintertime, Wilbur watched over Charlotte'south egg sac as though he were guarding his own children. And after many long days and nights, the snows melted and ran away.
Fair M. C.: Ladies and gentlemen, we at present present Mr. Homer Fifty. Zuckerman and his distinguished pig!
[audience thank you and applauds]
Fair Thou. C.: The fame of this unique animal has spread to the far corners of the earth, attracting many vaulable tourists to our great state. You will all retrieve that solar day last summer when the writing appeared mysteriously on the spider's web in Mr. Zuckerman's barn. This phenomenon has never been explained. All we know is that nosotros are dealing with supernatural forces hither, and we should all be proud and grateful. In the words of the spider's spider web, this is "Soooome Hog".
[audition applauds and thank you]
Fern Abundant: Oh Wilbur!
[crying]
Narrator: The next day was the saddest one Fern and Wilbur had ever known, for the immature pig was taken from his domicile under the apple, and sold down the road to Fern's uncle, Homer Zuckerman.
[truck moves]
Fern Arable: [crying] Good day, Wilbur... goodbye Wilbur... bye...
[sobs]
[repeated line]
Charlotte: Now go to sleep, you'll run into me in the morning time!
Goose: [to Templeton] You lot'll worry, all right, when winter comes. If Wilbur is killed and his trough stands empty, then yous'll grow so thin we can look correct through your tummy and see objects on the other side!
[when Templeton sees all the nutrient on the ground at the fair]
Templeton: The goose was right, this fair is a rat'south paradise! Bye-good day, my "humble" Wilbur. Fare thee well, Charlotte, y'all former schemer! This will be a night to remember!
Wilbur: Will you play with me?
Goose: I'one thousand no flibberty-ibberty-gibbit! I'thou staying here and hatching my goslings.
Wilbur: Are yous writers?
Charlotte's daughters: No, but we volition be when we grow up.
Wilbur: Then write this in your webs, when you lot learn: This hallowed doorway was once the dwelling of Charlotte. She was brilliant, beautiful, and loyal to the end. Her retentiveness will be treasured forever.
Charlotte's daughters: Ooh, that would accept us a lifetime.
Wilbur: A lifetime. That'due south what we have.
Charlotte: Chin up, chin upwards / Everybody loves a happy face / Wearable it, share it / Information technology'll brighten upwardly the darkest identify / Twinkle, sparkle / Let a trivial sunshine in / You'll be on the right side, looking at the bright side / Up with your chinny-chin-chin.
Wilbur: I think yous're beautiful.
Charlotte: Well, I am pretty. Well-nigh all spiders are good looking. I'm not as flashy as some, only I'll practise.
Henry Fussy: When I heard Zuckerman'southward famous hog was here, I came looking for you lot.
Fern Abundant: Well, I'yard *not* Zuckerman's famous pig!
Charlotte: Practice you want a friend?
Wilbur: Yep! I want a friend, simply I want to live, likewise.
Narrator: Once she had promised Wilbur she was going to save his life, Charlotte was determined to keep her promise. Day after day, she hung from her web and waited patiently for an idea to come to her.
Narrator: People had come up to come across Wilbur when he was "Some Hog", and came dorsum again now that he was "Terrific".
Goose: You lot have a good domicile abode here. Why aren't you happy happy happy?
Wilbur: I miss Fern.
Homer Zuckerman: [later on Wilbur is awarded his bronze medal at the fair] Thank you, thank you, everybody. He's some pig, and if I take annihilation to do with information technology, he's gonna live to a ripe erstwhile age!
Fair M. C.: [after the quartet sings at the off-white] On behalf of the governors of the off-white, I have the laurels of awarding a special prize of $25 to Mr. Zuckerman.
[audience thanks and applauds]
Off-white M. C.: And this handsome bronze medal suitably engraved, to this radiant, this terrific, this - humble pig.
[audience cheers and applauds as the medal is hung around Wilbur's neck]
Narrator: [Six weeks later] Wilbur was what the farmers call a "spring pig", which means he was born in springtime. By the fourth dimension he was six weeks old, he'd grown so, you'd never have known he started life as a runt. Wilbur had gotten so large, in fact, that John Abundant decided that it was time he stopped being a pet, and offset being a pig.
Arable: [At the Arable business firm] He's got to go, Fern.
Fern Arable: Papa, no!
Arable: You've had your fun raising a baby pig, simply Wilbur'southward got to exist sold. He's not a infant anymore and his brothers and sisters are already sold.
Fern Arable: [Fern starts crying and runs outside] Oh Papa!
Fern Arable: [Enters kitchen and puts eggs on the kitchen counter] Hither are the eggs, Mama.
Mrs. Arable: [Flipping pancakes] Thank you, Fern.
Fern Arable: What'due south Papa doing with that axe?
Mrs. Arable: [Poors more batter on pancake griddle] Some pigs were born concluding night.
Fern Arable: What does he need an axe for?
Mrs. Arable: I of the pigs was a runt, then your father has to do away with it.
Fern Arable: Do abroad with it? You, you mean, kill information technology?
Mrs. Arable: Well, yeah.
Fern Arable: [shocked] Just because information technology's smaller than the others?
Mrs. Abundant: Don't yell, Fern. The sus scrofa'll probably dice, anyhow.
Charlotte: Humble. Humble has two meanings: it ways "not proud" and and it also means "nearly the ground." That'due south Wilbur all over.
[a fly lands in Charlotte'south web]
Charlotte: Simply a minute, Wilbur.
[she climbs up and wraps the fly]
Charlotte: He'll brand a perfect breakfast for me.
Wilbur: [shuddering] Ooooh. You mean yous eat flies?
Charlotte: Why, certainly. I eat annihilation that gets caught in my spider web. I accept to live, don't I?
Wilbur: [nervously] Why, yes, of course. Practice they taste skilful?
Charlotte: Delicious.
[Wilbur gags in cloy]
Charlotte: Course, I don't actually eat them, I drinkable their blood. I dearest blood.
Wilbur: [gasps] Oh, please don't say things like that.
Charlotte: Why not? It's true.
Wilbur: But it'due south cruel.
Charlotte: Well, y'all can't talk. You lot take your meals brought to you in a pail. Nobody feeds me. I live by my wits.
Wilbur: Information technology only seems an odd sort of nutrition.
Charlotte: Do you realize that if I didn't eat them, bugs would get so numerous, they'd destroy the earth? Spiders are really very useful creatures.
[start lines]
Narrator: This old world is filled with wonders, but to me there is no place more wonderful than a farm in springtime, when the sun is simply lifting from the sky line. The air is then sugariness and everywhere y'all look, little miracles are happening. Buds peachy into blossoms, eggs hatch, immature are built-in. Everything's off to a fresh get-go, and life is practiced and busy and make new... Around the undiscriminating, big families are a approval. The more the merrier. Root and grunt, button and shove, room for everyone. Well, everybody except the runt... John Arable had been up since daybreak. He'd seen the size of the hog, but he wasn't looking forward to what had to exist done.
[John Arable picks upwardly the axe]
Fern Arable: [carrying a bowl of eggs] Good forenoon, Papa.
Arable: [looks at Fern] Morning, Fern.
Fern Arable: [Templeton's rotten egg has been squashed under Wilbur's trough] What did you DO, Avery?
Avery Arable: [running away] Oh, skillful night! What a STINK!
Templeton: [Templeton emerges from his burrow sniffing the air and reacts with cloy when he sees the source. He walks over towards Charlotte] It'south a good thing for you I saved that egg, Charlotte.
Charlotte: It certainly is, and I'one thousand grateful to yous, Templeton.
Lurvy: Sooey! Sus scrofa, pig, pig, squealer! Hither, squealer!
Avery Arable: Can I have a pig also, Popular?
Arable: I only distribute pigs to early risers, and Fern was upward at daylight trying to rid the world of injustice.
Mrs. Fussy: Henry, I told you you could visit, non spend the solar day.
Henry Fussy: I'1000 sorry, female parent. We were having fun.
Mrs. Fussy: Well, you lot've kept your music teacher waiting twenty minutes; run along dwelling house.
[Henry does and so, so Mrs. Fussy looks up at the words "Some Pig" in the spider web, now looking torn from impairment from a hornet]
Mrs. Fussy: Those words in the web, was that some play a joke on of *yours*, Fern?
Fern Abundant: No, ma'am, it was a *miracle*!
Mrs. Fussy: Hmm, it doesn't look very miraculous anymore.
Narrator: The sun grew warmer, and morning came sooner. The land was good and greenish again. *Everywhere*, in that location were signs of life renewing itself.
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