Chapter 13 12.a meeting

One night, a few days after the words in Charlotte's web appeared, Charlotte called all the animals in the barn cellar together for a meeting. "I'll start the roll call next. Wilbur?" "Here!" said Wilbur. "Gander?" "Here, there, there!" said the gander. "You sound like three ganders," murmured Charlotte. "Why don't you just yell? Why do you like to repeat everything?" "It's my habit." The gander replied. "Mother goose?" said Charlotte. "Here, here, here!" said the goose.Charlotte glared at her.

"Seven little geese? Come one by one!" "Must-must-must!" "Must-must-must!" "Must-must-must!" "Must-must-must!" "Must-must-must!" "Must-must-must!" -must-must!" The goslings answered. "This meeting is getting more and more interesting," said Charlotte. "Anyone thinks we have three ganders, three hens, and twenty-one goslings here. Sheep?" "Baa-baa-baa!" the sheep answered in unison. "lamb?" "Baa-baa-baa!" the lambs answered in unison. "Templeton?" No one answered.

"Templeton?" Still no answer. "Well. We're all here except the rats," said Charlotte. "I think the meeting could have started without him. Now, you all must have noticed what's been going on here in the past few days. The words of praise I spun into my web for Wilbur have paid off. Zuckerman The family has been tricked, everyone. Zuckerman sees Wilbur as an unusual pig, so he doesn't want to kill and eat him. I dare say my trick worked, Wilbur's life was saved." "Long live!" all cheered. "Thank you very much," said Charlotte. "Now I'm calling this meeting to get people's opinions. I need new ideas for webbing. People are tired of reading the word hog!. If anyone can come up with another sentence, or comment, I will be happy woven it into my web. Anyone have any suggestions for a new catchphrase?"

"How about the incomparable pig?" asked a lamb. "Not good," said Charlotte. "That sounds like the name of a rich dessert." "Great, great, how about great?" asked the goose. "It's not bad to drop the last two great," said Charlotte. "I think the word great might strike Zuckerman." "But Charlotte," said Wilbur, "I'm not very good." "That's all right," replied Charlotte. "It doesn't matter much. People believe almost every word they see. Does anyone here know how to spell awesome?"

"I think," said the gander, "that it consists of a T, two ee, two rr, two rr, two eyes, two ff, two eyes, and two sees see see see see." "Do you think I'm a busker?" said Charlotte angrily. "Unless I have the St. Vituss Dance (St. Vituss Dance) to weave so many letters into my web." "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," said the gander. Then the old sheep started talking. "If it can save Wilbur's life, I agree with weaving new words into the web. If Charlotte needs someone to help her find new words, I think she can get help from our friend Templeton. The mouse often Go rummage through the dumps, where you can find old magazines. He can tear some of the advertisements out of them and bring them back to the barn cellar, so Charlotte can copy down something useful."

"Good idea," said Charlotte. "But I don't know if Templeton will help me. You know what he's like—always thinking of himself and never of others." "I bet I can get him to help you," said the old sheep. "I'm going to take advantage of his selfish nature, he's very selfish. Now that he's here, keep quiet while I speak to him!" The mouse entered the barn the way he always did -- crawling around the corner. "What happened?" he asked looking at the party animals. "We're having a board meeting," replied the old sheep.

"Well, the meeting is over!" said Templeton. "I can't stand meetings." The mouse began to climb the rope hanging from the opposite wall. "Hey," said the old sheep, "the next time you go to the dump, Templeton, just bring back a clipping from the magazine. Charlotte needs new words that can be woven into the web, which can be used to save Wilbur's life." "Let him die," said the Mouse. "I won't miss him." "You'll miss him completely when winter comes," said the old sheep. "You're totally going to worry on a cold January morning when Wilbur's dead and no one's dumping warm pig food into the pig trough anymore. Wilbur's leftovers aren't your main source of food Do you, Templeton? You know this. Wilbur's food is your food, and therefore Wilbur's fate is tied to yours. If Wilbur is killed, his trough will be empty every day , you'll be so hungry that we'll all be able to see through your stomach and see what's in there."

Templeton's beard shuddered. "Maybe you're right," he said hoarsely. "Tomorrow afternoon I'll check the dump. If I can find a magazine, I'll bring back a clipping." "Thank you," said Charlotte. "That's the end of the meeting. I have work to do tonight. I'm going to tear a part of my web and weave "Great" inside. Wilbur blushed. "But I'm really not very good, Charlotte. I'm just like a normal pig." "You're better than I look," replied Charlotte sweetly, "that's what it is. You're my best friend, so I think you're just awesome. Now stop arguing and get a good night's sleep!"

Note ① terrific, many of my friends told me that it probably means awesome in American colloquial, so for the sake of writing, I translate it as "great".The first letter of the word is "T", so the male goose uses "Tee" instead; the "I" in the next few letters is read by the male goose as "eye", which means "eye"; the last letter "" c" was said by the gander as "see", that is, "to see".Moreover, each letter has been repeated several times by the gander -- no way, this is an old habit of geese at all times and in all over the world, if you don't believe me, just listen to it.

Note ②St. Vitus, I don’t know who it is. My friend Hong Li found out for me. There was a Christian youth martyr in the third century AD who also had this name—could it be him?Who can tell me?