Chapter 18 17.uncle

As soon as they arrived at the fair, they heard music and saw the Ferris wheel in the sky.They could smell the dust from the sprinkler trails, smell fried sandwiches, and see big balloons rising.They could also hear the sheep bleating in the pen.A loud voice over the loudspeaker shouted: Attention!Owners of Pontiac with plate number H-2349 please move your car away from the fireworks! "Can I have some money?" asked Fern. "Can I get some, too?" Avery asked. "I'm going to spin the wheel and get it to stop on the right number to win a little doll back," Fern said.

"I'm going to fly a jet and use it to hit other planes." "Can I get a balloon?" Fern asked. "Can I get a dulce de leche, a cheesecake, and a caneberry soda?" Avery asked. "Shut up your children till that pig is unloaded!" said Mrs. Arable. "I say let the kids play on their own," suggested Mr. Arable. "The fair only comes once a year." Mr. Arable gave Fern two quarters and two dimes. He gave Avery another five-cent piece and four nickels. "Now go play!" he said. "Remember, this money is set aside for you to spend all day! Don't spend it in a few minutes. Come back to the truck in the afternoon, when we will have lunch. Don't eat too many snacks, Otherwise, you won't be able to eat anything when dinner is served."

"If you go on that giant wheel," said Mrs. Arable, "be sure to hold on! Hold on very tight. Do you hear me?" "Don't get lost!" said Mrs. Zuckerman. "Don't get yourself dirty!" "Don't play too crazy!" their mother said. "Watch out for pickpockets!" their father warned. "Don't cross the track when the horse comes!" cried Mrs. Zuckerman. The children ran arm in arm to the carousel, to the wonderful playground full of charming music, exciting adventures and magical excitement.There is no parental obstruction and nagging, and you can have fun as much as you want.Mrs. Arable looked at their backs silently and sighed softly.Then, she let out another breath.

"Did you really think they'd be okay?" she asked. "Why, they're going to grow up sooner or later," said Mr. Arable. "The fair is a good place to exercise, I think." When Wilbur was carried out of the car and taken from the crate to his new pigsty, many people gathered around to watch.They saw the words "Zuckerman's Famous Pig."Wilbur looked back at the people, trying to stand out.He is very satisfied with his new home.There is a lot of grass in there, which can shield him from the sunlight coming from the roof of the shed. Charlotte took a chance to slip out of the crate and climb onto a pole under the roof of the shed.No one noticed her.

Templeton did not want to show his face during the day, so he hid quietly among the straws in the box.Mr. Zuckerman poured some skimmed milk into Wilbur's trough, added some clean straw, and then went to the barn with Mrs. Zuckerman and the Arables to see the purebred cows and do some sightseeing. up.Mr. Zuckerman was particularly eager to see the tractors.Mrs. Zuckerman wanted to see the refrigerator.Rubi wandered around, hoping to meet friends and have fun at the playground. As soon as the people had left, Charlotte spoke to Wilbur. "Fortunately, you didn't see what I just saw," she said.

"What did you see?" Wilbur asked. "There is a very big pig in the pigsty next to you, probably much bigger than you." "Maybe he's older than me and has more time to go back and forth," Wilbur said, with tears welling up in his eyes. "I'm going to swing over and have a closer look," said Charlotte.She climbed along the pole to the pigsty.She floated up into the air, dragging a silk thread, just above the pig's nose. "May I ask your name?" she asked politely. The pig looked at her. "I don't have a name," he said in a rough voice, "you can call me Uncle."

"Yes, Uncle," replied Charlotte. "When were you born? Are you a spring pig?" "I'm the Spring Pig," replied Uncle. "What do you think I am, a spring chick? Huh, huh—that's a good joke, eh, little sister?" "Quite interesting," said Charlotte. "I've heard better jokes though. Nice to meet you, now I'm leaving." Slowly she gathered up the thread and backed up, and was soon back in Wilbur's pen. "He says he's a spring pig," said Charlotte, "and maybe he is. He's very unpleasant, though. He's too brash, too noisy, and his crude jokes aren't funny at all." ...and he's not as clean as you, nor as polite. After our brief conversation just now, I find that I dislike him very much. However, Wilbur, considering his size and weight, he may be a very Difficult to beat. But with my help, you can beat him."

"And when are you going to weave your web?" asked Wilbur. "Later afternoon, if I'm not too tired then," said Charlotte. "Even the lightest work wears me out these days. I don't seem to have the energy I used to. Maybe I'm getting old." Wilbur looked at his friend.She looked rather haggard and tired. "I'm very sorry to hear you say you don't feel well, Charlotte," he said. "Maybe you spin a web and catch a few flies to feel better." "Maybe," she said feebly. "But I feel those long days are coming to an end." She climbed to the top of the pigsty and fell asleep, leaving a worried Wilbur below.

People had been passing Wilbur's pigsty all morning.Countless strangers stopped here, looking enviously at Wilbur's silky smooth white skin, curly tail, and his kind and radiant appearance.Then they went to the bigger pig in the next pen.Wilbur heard several people compliment the uncle's size.He couldn't help eavesdropping on the comments and couldn't help worrying. "Now, Charlotte isn't feeling well..." he thought. "Oh my God!" Templeton slept soundly in the straw all morning.The weather is as hot as fire.In the afternoon the Zuckermans and the Arables returned to the pigsty.A few minutes later, Fern and Avery showed up.Fern had a toy monkey under his arm, chewing amber popcorn.Avery has a balloon tied to his ear and candied apples in his mouth.The children were covered in sweat and looked dirty.

"Is it hot?" asked Mrs. Zuckerman. "It's hot," said Mrs. Arable, fanning herself with the refrigerator advertisement she was holding. One by one they stepped into the truck and opened their lunch boxes.The scorching sun is everywhere, so that people are not in the mood to eat. "When will the judges announce Wilbur's ranking?" asked Mrs. Zuckerman. "Tomorrow," said Mr. Zuckerman. Lubi came over, carrying the Indian blanket he had just won. "That's exactly what we needed," Avery said. "A blanket." "Of course," Rubi replied.He wrapped blankets around the side rails of the truck, making the back of the truck look like a little tent.The children felt much more comfortable sitting in the shadow of the blankets.

After lunch they all lay down and slept. Note ① The original text here is two quarters and two dimes.How do I know what this American money looks like?I haven't seen all the Chinese money yet.I had to ask my friends from New Threads for advice.Huzi, Somersault Yun, Yi Ge and other friends told me that Quarters are the most commonly used coins in the United States. They are nickel coins with a face value of twenty-five cents. They are the most frequently used coins in daily life. It is indispensable.If you have been to LASVAGAS, you will know that the twenty-five-cent slot machine supports half of the casino. Dime, is a ten-cent piece.It is also said to be the only U.S. coin containing silver. Note ②: There are a lot of food mentioned in this book, but most of them I don’t know what they are, except for this amber popcorn, because my friends, especially Mu Zi, gave me a very detailed introduction, which surprised me.He said that amber popcorn (the original text is Cracker-Jack) is one of the food series of Frito-Lay Food Company in the United States. Peanuts are as common as hot dogs.The following words are my translations from an English passage he provided me: Cracker-Jack is made from a special, red poppy-colored corn that was first crossed by American Indians around 800 AD.Certain New England tribes coated this corn with maple syrup and made candied fruit.The first Cracker-Jack with a unique taste is F. W． Invented by Rueckheim at the first World Trade Fair in Chicago. F． W． Rueckheim and his brother Louis Rueckheim formed a F. W． Rueckheim Bros. Louis Rueckheim discovered a way to keep the honey from sticking to the popcorn.This recipe is still used today and remains a secret to this day. When Louis Rueckheim promoted this product to a salesman in 1896, the salesman shouted: "That's Cracker Jack!" This gave his product an immortal trademark. The Cracker-Jack trademark was immortalized in a 1908 pop song called "Take Me to the Baseball Game," which repeated, "Buy me some peanuts and a Cracker-Jack." The "prize in every box" slogan was coined in 1912 when every toy box contained a Cracker-Jack. In 1918, the image of the animation star Popeye Jack and his dog named BINGO appeared on the Cracker-Jack box for the first time, but Jack's face was replaced by F. W． Rueckheim's youngest grandson, Robert. A company headquartered in Columbus, Ohio, purchased Cracker Jack, making it a branch in 1964. Frito-Lay purchased the trademark rights to Cracker-Jack in 1997.