Chapter 10 9.wibur's big talk

A spider web is actually stronger than it looks.Although it is woven with fine silk thread, it is not easily broken.However, a spider web is bumped and kicked by those insects every day, so there will still be broken places inside.If there are too many holes, the spider will have to re-weave the web.Charlotte liked to weave her web in the evening, and Fern liked to sit and watch her weave.One afternoon, Fern overhears a most interesting conversation and witnesses a strange incident. "You have terribly long, hairy legs, Charlotte," said Wilbur, as Charlotte was busy with her work.

"My legs are hairy for a reason," replied Charlotte. "Additionally, each of my legs is made of seven bones -- the hip, sit, femur, knee, tibia, tarsal, and metatarsal." Wilbur sat up abruptly. "You lied," he said. "No, I didn't lie to you at all." "Say those names again, I didn't remember them." "Hip bone, isch bone, femur bone, knee bone, tibia, tarsal bone, metatarsal bone." "My God!" said Wilbur, looking down at his fat legs. "I can't believe I have seven bones in my leg." "Oh," said Charlotte, "you don't live the same way as I do. You don't weave a web, it's all leg work."

"If I learn, I can spin a web too," boasted Wilbur. "I just never learned." "Let me see if you can learn it," said Charlotte.Fenyuan looked at Wilbur with eyes full of love, and secretly smiled. "O.K," replied Wilbur. "You taught me to weave a net. It must be so much fun to weave. What should I do first?" "Take a deep breath!" said Charlotte, smiling.Wilbur took a deep breath. "Now climb as high as you can, like this." Charlotte ran to the top of the door frame.Wilbur climbed to the top of the manure pile. "Very well!" said Charlotte, "now use your silk sac to make silk and throw yourself hard into the air, and draw the thread out as you fall!"

Wilbur hesitated, then jumped into the air.He turned to look back to see if there was a small sticky thread behind him that would stop him from falling, but nothing seemed to change in the back, and then he heard himself hit the ground hard. "Ow!" he grumbled. Charlotte laughed so hard that her web wobbled. "Which step did I do wrong?" Wilbur asked when he came to his senses. "That's right," said Charlotte.You practice very well. " "I guess I'll try again." Wilbur snapped again. "I believe that this time I just need a piece of rope that can hold me down."

Wilbur went out into the yard. "Are you there, Templeton?" he called.The mouse poked its head out from under the trough. "Can I borrow a little piece of rope from you?" Wilbur asked. "I'm going to use it to weave webs." "Yes, yes," replied Templeton with the rope. "It's easy, you don't have to be polite." He pushed the goose egg at the entrance of the hole, got into the hole, and came out holding a dirty white rope after a while.Wilbur checked it out. "That's the thing," he said. "Templeton, will you tie one end of the rope to my tail, will you?"

Wilbur got down on his stomach and pointed his thin, curved tail towards the mouse.Templeton took hold of the rope, looped it around the tip of Wilbur's tail, and tied two knots.Charlotte watched all this happily.Like Fern, she genuinely liked Wilbur, not just because his filthy pigsty and the smell of piss attracted the flies she needed, but also because she was proud to see that he was not a coward who dared to repeat himself. learning to weave webs. Under the gaze of the mouse, the spider and the little girl, Wilbur climbed to the top of the cow dung pile full of vitality and hope. "Everyone watch!" he cried, and with all his strength, he jumped headfirst into the air.The rope was fastened behind him, but he had forgotten where to attach the other end, which was too bad, and Wilbur landed with a thump and hurt himself.Tears began to well up in his eyes.Templeton bared his teeth and laughed.Charlotte was silent for a moment before speaking.

"You can't weave a web, Wilbur, I advise you to get that out of your mind. You lack two things necessary for weaving a web." "What's that?" asked Wilbur despondently. "You lack a silk sac, and you lack the skill to weave a web. But take heart, you don't need to weave a web, and Mr. Zuckerman gives you three meals a day anyway. Why do you bother about predation?" " Wilbur groaned. "You're much smarter than I am, Charlotte. I want to show myself right now. I deserve it." Templeton untied him and took him home.Charlotte resumed her web weaving.

"You needn't be too upset, Wilbur," she said. "Not all animals can weave webs. Even humans can't weave as well as spiders, though they think they're good enough to learn anything. Have you ever heard of Queensborough?" Wilbur shook his head. "Is that a net?" "Something like it," replied Charlotte. "Do you know how long it took people to build it? Eight full years. My God, if I waited that long to weave my web, I'd starve to death. I could weave a web in one night network." "What do people catch on the Queensborough Bridge—bugs?" asked Wilbur.

"No," said Charlotte. "They don't grab anything. They just think it's better up there than anywhere else, so they just keep galloping up and down it. If they just hung upside down on the bridge and waited, maybe they'd get some good Stuff. But they don't - people are always running, running, running on the bridge, every minute. I'm glad I'm just a settled spider." "What do you mean settled?" Wilbur asked. "That is, I can sit still most of the time and not have to run around the world. When I look, I can see what is a good thing, and my web is a good thing. Because in spinning a web or waiting When something comes flying, I always have my chance to think it through."

"Oh, then I'm a sedentary animal too, I guess," said Wilbur. "Because I have to stay here whether I like it or not. Do you know where I want to be the most tonight?" "where?" "I want to go to the big forest to find cypresses, wheat mushrooms, and roots that make me happy, use my wonderful and strong nose to clear away the rotten leaves, search along the ground, suck, smell, smell , smell..." "It's as if you were smelling in the forest," said the lamb who had just entered. "I can smell you from here. You are the smelliest animal in this place."

Wilbur hung his head sadly.His eyes were wet with tears.Seeing his sad appearance, Charlotte taunted the lamb unceremoniously. "Never mind Wilbur!" she said. "He's pretty clean for living in these surroundings. You're no sweet pea yourself. Besides, you're interrupting our pleasant conversation. Where did we go, Wilbur, before our conversation was interrupted?" Before the rude interruption?" "Oh, I don't remember," said Wilbur. "That's all right. Let's not talk any more, Charlotte. I'm a little sleepy. You'd better go on and mend your web, and I'll just lie here and watch you weave. What a lovely evening it was." Wilbur stretched and lay down. The afterglow of evening cast a still, peaceful atmosphere on Mr. Zuckerman's barn.Fern knew it was almost dinner time, but she was still reluctant to leave.Swallows flapped their wings soundlessly, flew in and out of the doorway, bringing food to their babies over and over again.Across the path a Whippoorwill was singing: "Whippoorwill, Whippoorwill!" Rubi sat under an apple tree, smoking his pipe; the animals smelled the familiar The pungent smell of tobacco.Wilbur heard the trill of the tree toad and the occasional crack of the kitchen door opening and closing.All these voices make him feel comfortable and happy, because he loves life and is willing to be a part of this summer night world.But as he lay there, he suddenly remembered what the old sheep had told him.He began to think of death, and he trembled with fear. "Charlotte?" he said softly. "What's the matter, Wilbur?" "I don't want to die." "Of course you don't," Charlotte reassured. "I love barns," said Wilbur. "I love everything here." "Of course," said Charlotte. "We all love it here." The mother goose appeared, followed by her seven goslings.They cocked their little necks and hummed the same melody, like a troop of pipers.Wilbur listened to the sound with love. "Charlotte?" he said. "Huh?" said the spider. "You promised not to let them kill me, were you serious?" "I've never been so serious in my life. I won't let you die, Wilbur." "How are you going to save me?" asked Wilbur, eager to know. "Well," said Charlotte vaguely, "I don't know yet. But I'm making plans." "Excellent," said Wilbur. "How did the plan go, Charlotte? Have you figured out many steps? Is it going very well?" Wilbur shivered again, but Charlotte remained very calm. "Oh, the plan is almost done," she said softly. "This plan is just beginning, and it hasn't taken shape, but I'll get it right." "When will you think it over?" Wilbur begged. "When I'm hanging upside down on my net. That's when I can think, because that's when all the blood is pouring into my head." "I'm more than willing to help you in any way I can." "Oh, I'll work it out alone," said Charlotte. "I'll figure out a better way when I'm alone." "Okay," said Wilbur. "But if there's anything I can do, no matter how small, don't forget to tell me." "Okay," replied Charlotte, "you must strengthen your confidence. I want you to get enough sleep and stop worrying. Never rush and worry! Eat every bit of your food slowly, except you The ones left for Templeton. Eat yourself up and live well - that's what you can do for me. Stay healthy and don't get discouraged. Do you understand?" "Yes, I see," said Wilbur. "Then go to bed and rest," said Charlotte. "Sleep is very important." Wilbur ran quickly to the darkest corner of the pigsty and lay down.He closed his eyes.A few minutes later he spoke again. "Charlotte?" he said. "What's the matter, Wilbur?" "Can I go to the trough and see if there's any dinner left? I think I have some mashed potatoes left." "Yes," said Charlotte, "but you must go back to bed immediately after eating." Wilbur jolted toward his yard. "Slow down, slow down!" said Charlotte. "Never rush and worry!" Wilbur slowed down abruptly and began to crawl slowly towards the trough.He found a small piece of potato, chewed it carefully, swallowed it, and went back to bed.He closed his eyes and was silent for a moment. "Charlotte?" he whispered. "What's up?" "Can I have some milk? I think I have a few drops left in the trough." "No, the trough is empty, I want you to sleep right away. No more talking! Close your eyes and go to sleep!" Wilbur closed his eyes.Fern got up from her little stool and started walking home, taking everything she saw and heard into her head. "Good night, Charlotte!" said Wilbur. "Good night, Wilbur!" There was another moment of silence. "Good night, Charlotte!" "Good night, Wilbur!" "Good night!" "Good night!" Note ① Queensborough Bridge (Queensborough), located in Queens, New York.It is the dry bridge connecting Midtown Manhattan across the East River (East River) to Queens.There is a new tunnel not far downstream from it, but it is expensive.We working people go to the Queens District China Town for the Teeth Ceremony, and we all take the free Queens District Bridge -- Courtesy provided by Mid-Levels Note ②Whippoorwill (Whippoorwill), a strange bird that appears at night in eastern North America.