Chapter 21 20.moment of victory

"Special news!" said a ostentatious voice over the loudspeaker. "The organizers of the show are proud to present Mr. Homer L. Zuckerman and his famous pig. The truck with this remarkable animal is now heading our way. Please stand back and let the truck drive Come here! This pig is about to be sent to the special judging field in front of the grandstand where it will be awarded a special award. Please stand back and let the truck pass. Thank you." Wilbur trembled when he heard these reports, and he would faint with happiness.The truck drove forward slowly, surrounded by people.Mr. Arable had to drive very carefully so as not to run over anyone.Finally he managed to drive to the referee's court.Avery jumped out of the car and opened the rear door.

"I'm scared to death," whispered Mrs. Zuckerman. "Hundreds of people are watching us." "Cheer up," replied Mr. Arable. "Wouldn't that be fun." "Please get your pigs down!" said the loudspeaker. "Now, work hard, boys!" said Mr. Zuckerman, as several men lifted boxes and weaved through the traffic.Avery was the most helpful of the few. "Tuck your shirt in, Avery!" cried Mrs. Zuckerman. "Tighten your belt again. Your pants are going to fall off." "Can't you see I'm busy?" Avery replied sullenly.

"Look," Fern called, pointing. "That's Henry!" "Don't yell, Fern!" said her mother. "No pointing!" "Can I have some money?" asked Fern. "Henry asked me to go on the Ferris wheel again, but I don't think he's got any money. He's spent all his money." Mrs. Arable opened her bag. "Here," she said. "This is forty cents. Don't get lost! Wait for us at the old place by the pigsty!" Fern ran into the crowd, looking for Henry. "The Zuckerman pigs are now being brought out of their crates," buzzed the loudspeaker. "Please wait for the announcement!"

Templeton lay prone under the straw at the bottom of the crate. "What nonsense are you talking about!" he muttered. "It's so noisy!" Charlotte was resting quietly above the pigsty.Her two front legs are still holding the egg sac tightly.Charlotte could hear every word said over the loudspeaker.Those words gave her a lot of courage.This is her moment of triumph. When Wilbur stepped out of the crate, the crowd began to applaud.Mr. Zuckerman took off his hat and bowed his thanks.Rubi pulled his large handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat on the back of his neck.Avery knelt beside Wilbur, stroking him and showing off.Mrs. Zuckerman and Mrs. Arable were standing on the running boards of the truck.

"Ladies and gentlemen," said the loudspeaker, "we now present to you Mr. Homer L. Zuckerman's remarkable pig. The fame of this unusual animal has reached the farthest corners of the earth, He has attracted many distinguished visitors to our great country. Many of you may still remember that never-never-forget-day earlier this summer, at Mr. Zuckerman's In the barn, a word was mysteriously woven on the spider's web there, which called everyone's attention to the fact that the pig was utterly remarkable. This miracle has never been fully explained, although scholars We have visited the Zuckermans' pigsty and observed and studied this phenomenon. Recent analysis shows that all we know so far is that we are talking about a supernatural force which we should all be proud of. And Gratitude. The words written in that spider's web, Ladies and Gentlemen, are good pigs".

Wilbur blushed.He stood perfectly still, allowing himself to stand like the best pig. "This magnificent animal," continued the loudspeaker, "is truly magnificent. Look at him, ladies and gentlemen! Note his white, smooth fur, and admire his spotless skin, and his The healthy, pink glow of the ears and nose." "That's because of the yogurt," whispered Mrs. Arable to Mrs. Zuckerman. "Note the pervasive brilliance of this animal! It brings to mind the day when the word glitter appeared clearly in a spider's web. Where did this mysterious writing come from? It didn't come from a spider, we can quite well Guaranteed this. It goes without saying that a spider cannot write, although it has the instinct to weave a web."

"Oh, they can't say that! How can they say that?" Charlotte said to herself. "Ladies and gentlemen," continued the loudspeaker, "I need not waste any more of your precious time. As a representative of the organizers of the fair, I have the honor to present Mr. Zuckerman with a special prize of twenty-five dollars , along with a beautiful finely patterned bronze medal which will be used to symbolize our appreciation for the pig - a shining, wonderful, humble pig - who has put so much visitors to our great exhibition." These endless compliments made Wilbur more and more unbearable.When he heard people start cheering and clapping again, he suddenly passed out with happiness.His legs were paralyzed, his mind went blank, and he lay unconscious on the ground.

"What's wrong?" asked the loudspeaker. "What's going on, Zuckerman? Is your pig in trouble?" Avery knelt before Wilbur's head and stroked Wilbur.Mr. Zuckerman jumped up too, and fanned Wilbur with his hat. "He's all right," cried Mr. Zuckerman. "He was dazzled by the words. He was the most humble and couldn't stand compliments." "Very well, but we can't give a prize to a dead pig," said the megaphone. "This has never happened before." "He's not dead," Zukerman yelled. "He's just fainted. He gets blown off easily. Get some water, Lurvy!"

Lu Wei ran down the court and disappeared. Templeton stuck his head out of the straw.He found the tip of Wilbur's tail right in front of his eyes.Templeton bared his teeth. "I'm going to help him like this," he giggled.He stuffed Wilbur's tail into his mouth and took a bite as hard as he could.Wilbur woke up with pain.He stood up abruptly. "Ow!" he screamed. "Long live!" people shouted wildly. "He's up, the pig is up! Well done, Zuckerman! That's a good pig!" Everyone cheered.Mr. Zuckerman was the happiest.He breathed a sigh of relief.No one saw Templeton.The mouse did a wonderful job.

Now, a referee enters the court with a bonus.He handed Mr. Zuckerman two ten-dollar bills and a five-dollar bill, and hung the medal around Wilbur's neck.When Wilbur turned red in the face, he shook hands with Mr. Zuckerman.Avery held out his hand, and the referee shook his hand.People cheered.A photographer took a picture of Wilbur. A warm current of incomparable happiness swept through the Zukermans and the Arabelles.It was the most beautiful moment of Mr. Zuckerman's life.Receiving the prize in front of so many people gave him a deep sense of satisfaction. Lurvy pushed his way through the crowd with a bucket of water as Wilbur was returned to the crate.His eyes frantically searched for a moment, and then he threw the water at Wilbur without hesitation.Nervously, he aimed in the wrong place, and the water splashed on both Mr. Zuckerman and Avery.They all got wet.

"For God's sake!" growled a thoroughly drenched Mr. Zuckerman. "Are you ill, Lurvy? Can't you see that the pig is all right?" "You want my water," Luvi muttered timidly. "But I didn't ask for a shower," Mr. Zuckerman said.People laughed.Then Mr. Zuckerman laughed too.Finding himself wet, Avery's cola broke, and immediately started acting like a clown.He pretended he was in the shower; he grimaced, danced in circles, and lathered non-existent soap under his armpits.Then he wiped himself with a towel that he didn't even have. "Avery, stop!" his mother yelled. "Don't be ashamed of yourself!" But people love to watch it.Avery heard nothing but cheers from the crowd.He likes to be a clown in the referee field in front of the grandstand.When he found that there was still some water in the bucket, he lifted the bucket high and poured the remaining water on himself, making many faces at the same time.The children in the grandstands all squealed in admiration. In the end, everything calmed down.Wilbur was loaded into the truck, and Avery was ushered off the court by his mother to a seat in the truck.Mr. Arable drove the truck slowly towards the pigsty.Avery's wet pants left a big puddle in the seat.