Chapter 11 10.explode

In order to come up with an idea, the spider hung upside down on the web day after day.She just sat there for hours in silence, thinking hard.She had promised Wilbur to save his life, so she decided to keep her promise. Charlotte is naturally very patient.Past experience had told her that if she waited patiently long enough, flies would hit her net; so she knew that if she thought about Wilbur's problem long enough, a good idea would eventually come to her. One morning near mid-July, a good idea finally came. "Why didn't I come up with it earlier, what a simple idea!" she said to herself. "The way to save Wilbur is to play a trick on Zuckerman. If I can fool a bug," thought Charlotte, "I can fool a human being too. Humans are not necessarily as clever as bugs."

Then Wilbur came into his yard. "What are you thinking, Charlotte?" he asked. "I was thinking," said the spider, "that humans are very gullible." "What does gullible mean?" "Just gullible," said Charlotte. "That would be wonderful," replied Wilbur, and lay down in the shadow of the fence, and soon fell asleep.The spider was still there wide awake, looking affectionately at her friend, making plans for his future.Summer is already half over.She knows she doesn't have much time left. That morning, while Wilbur was still fast asleep, Avery Arable strolled into Mr. Zuckerman's front yard, followed by Fern.Avery is holding a live frog in his hands.In Fern's head was a crown of golden daisies.The two children ran into the kitchen.

"Berry pie will be ready in a minute," said Mrs. Zuckerman. "Look at my frog!" Avery said, putting the frog in the sink, and reaching for the pie. "Take that away!" said Mrs. Zuckerman. "He's done," said Fern. "That frog is dying." "He's not dead," Avery said. "I just scratched him between the eyes." The frog hopped into Mrs. Zuckerman's soapy dish tub. "You stay here and eat your pie," said Fern. "Can I go and find the eggs in the coop, Aunt Edith?" "Go outside and play. You two! Don't disturb the hen!"

"Water splashes everywhere," Fern yelled. "There's water all over the pie in front of him!" "Come here, frog!" Avery yelled, reaching for his frog in the water.The frog kicked and kicked, splashing soapy water over the berry pie. "Another tragedy!" lamented Fern. "Let's go on the swing!" The children ran off to the barn. Mr. Zuckerman has one of the best swings in the village.It was a long, strong rope tied at one end to the north door beam of the barn.The rope ends with a wide knot on which to sit.This kind of swing can be swung without being pushed by others.You climb down the upper ladder to the hay area and then stand on it holding the rope, looking down you might get scared and dizzy.Next, you sit on the knot with your legs crossed, as if you were sitting in a seat.Then you muster up all your courage, take a deep breath, and start swinging upwards.For a second you feel like you're going to fall to the ground under the barn, and then suddenly the rope grabs you and sends you sailing from the barn door to the sky at a mile a minute , whistling wind passing your eyes, ears, hair.Then you will fly straight up into the sky and see the clouds.The rope will spiral up, and you will twist with it, flying into the sky.And then you'd fall, fall, come back out of the sky and into the barn, almost into the hay.Then you fly out again (not so far this time), fly out again (not as high), fly out again, fly back, go, go back; Jump down and let someone else play.

Mothers in the neighborhood were concerned about Mr. Zuckerman's swing.They were afraid that a child would fall from it.But no kid ever fell off.Children have a stronger grip than their parents imagine. Avery put the frog in his pocket and climbed up the haystack. "Last time I was swinging here, I nearly slammed into a swallow on the barn," he cried. "Get the frog out!" Fern ordered. Avery crossed his legs and sat on the rope to swing.When he flew out of the door, the frog in his pocket and other things also flew into the sky.Then he flew back to the barn. "Your tongue is purple!" cried Fingal.

"Your too!" cried Avery, flying out with the frog again. "Hay all over my clothes! It's itchy!" cried Fern. "Scratch!" Avery yelled as he flew back. "It's my turn," said Fern. "get down!" "Fern's itching!" Avery sang. He jumped off and threw the swing to his sister.She closed her eyes and swung up.She felt a little dizzy when she swung back, but the swing quickly pulled her up again.She opened her eyes and saw the blue sky before flying back to the door again. They took turns playing for an hour. When the children got tired of playing, they went to the meadow to find raspberries to eat.Their purple tongues are red from eating.Fern ate a nasty little worm in a raspberry, and didn't dare to eat any more.Avery found an empty candy box and put the frog in it.The frog seems to be tired from playing on the swing this morning.The children swayed slowly toward the barn.They were so tired that they barely had the strength to go.

"Let's build a house in a tree," Avery suggested. "I want to live in a tree with my frog." "I'm going to see Wilbur," Fern announced. They climbed over the fence, entered the yard, and moved lazily towards the pigsty.Hearing their footsteps, Wilbur got up quickly. Avery noticed the spider web, stepped forward, and saw Charlotte. "Hey, look at that big spider!" he said. "It's really big." "Don't touch it!" Fern ordered. "You already have a frog - isn't that enough?" "That's a nice spider, and I'm going to catch it," Avery said.He lifted the lid of the candy box and picked up another stick. "I'm going to beat that big spider into this box," he said.

Wilbur's heart almost stopped when he saw what he was doing.If the boy succeeds in catching her, it will be the end for Charlotte. "You stop, Avery!" cried Fern. Avery stepped onto the hog trough by the fence.Just as he was about to raise his stick to stab Charlotte, he suddenly lost his balance.He staggered upside down next to Wilbur's trough.The trough tied there fell down with a snap, hitting the goose eggs below.The egg exploded with a blunt bang, and immediately gave off a most terrible smell. Fern screamed.Avery jumped up.The horrible smell of the rotten egg was in the air.Templeton, who was resting at home, hurriedly hid in the barn.

"Holy shit!" Avery screamed. "My God! What a stench! Let's get out of here!" Fern screamed and ran towards the house holding her nose.Avery followed closely, pinching his nose.Seeing him escape, Charlotte was greatly relieved.I really escaped death just now. Later that morning the animals all came back from the pasture—sheep, lambs, gander, mother goose, seven goslings.They complained so much about the horrible smell that Wilbur had to tell over and over again the story of how the Arable boy tried to catch Charlotte, and how the broken egg drove him off just in time. . "That broken goose egg saved Charlotte's life," said Wilbur.

The goose is proud to have played her part in this adventure. "I'm glad that egg didn't hatch," she said hastily. Of course, poor Templeton sadly lost his collection of eggs.But he couldn't help boasting there. "That's what collecting pays off," he said in a tone of noncommittal. "A mouse never knows when the unexpected is about to happen. That's why I never throw away any of my collections." "Yeah," said one of the lambs, "the whole thing's only good for Charlotte, but what about the rest of us? The smell is unbearable. Who wants to live in a valley full of rotten eggs?" In the warehouse?"

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it," Templeton said.He sat up, pulled his long beard, and went to visit the garbage dump. At noon, Lu Wei came over with the food bucket for Wilbur and stopped in front of the pigsty.He sniffled and made a face. "What's the matter?" he said, putting down the bucket and scouting the trough with the stick Avery had thrown there. "Rats!" he said. "That's right! I should have guessed that rats would be digging holes under the trough. How I hate rats!" After Lurvy had dragged Wilbur's trough into the middle of the yard, he kicked some dirt into the mouse hole and covered the broken egg with the rest of Templeton's collection.Then he picked up the bucket.Wilbur, who was waiting by the trough, was drooling with hunger.Lurvy poured the feed down, and the residue splashed all over Wilbur's eyes and ears.Wilbur rushed forward, snoring.He swallowed and sucked, sucked and swallowed, flailing his nose, eager to devour everything.It was a great meal--skimmed milk, couscous, pancake crumbs, half a donut, pumpkin rind, two slices of toast, a third of a pretzel, a fish tail, and an orange zest , a few noodles from the noodle soup, a cup of leftover cocoa, a dry and hard bun, a piece of paper peeling off the bucket, and a spoonful of raspberry jelly. Wilbur had a good time.He originally planned to leave half a stick of noodles and a few drops of milk for Templeton, but then he thought that the mouse was also responsible for saving Charlotte, and Charlotte was about to save himself, so he left the whole stick of noodles for the mouse. Instead of half a root. Now that the broken egg has been buried, the air is fresh and the barn smells like it used to again.Afternoon passed, and night came. The shadow grows longer.A cool and pleasant night air filtered through the doors and windows.Charlotte, who was squatting in the net, was eating a horsefly with a heavy heart, thinking about the future.Soon, she suddenly cheered up. She landed in the middle of the web and began to snap the filaments in places.She worked on and on, slowly, while the other animals were dozing.So no one, not even the goose, noticed that she was working.Wilbur, lying deep in his soft bed, was also fast asleep.In their favorite corner, the goslings were humming the song of the night. Charlotte had torn her web quite a bit, leaving a large space in the middle.Then she started knitting again there.It was midnight when Templeton returned from the rubbish-heap, but Charlotte was still at work.