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On a farm in springtime,

orchards begin to blossom.

First the cherry tree,

then plum, and finally apple.

Children keep watch for the first robin of the year...

While the farmer must begin to make good

on all his wintertime planning.

And no one who lives there goes untouched by the spring breeze.

A warm, sweet air that produces

a particular sensation within all who breathe it.

A feeling that life is wonderful,

a sense that the feeling will linger,

and that nothing bad would ever happen again in the world.

Well, what do you think?

It looks just like your last quilt.

There are small differences.

But these all look the same!

You know, you should make something like Titi Edith makes,

with fancy stitching and bright colours.

Fancy stitching takes time,

and dye for bright colours takes money.

We don't have much of either.

Nor does Edith, but that's another story.

But her quilts are beautiful.

I prefer simple pleasures.

Getting your chores done. Paying your bills on time.

Getting food on the table.

That should be enough to keep anybody happy.

Where's Papa going with that axe?

Some pigs were born last night and one of them is a runt.

It's very small and weak and will never amount to anything.

So your father's decided to do away with it.

Do away with it? Do you mean kill it?

Papa!

Papa!

Papa, stop!

-Fern! -Please don't kill it!

You will have to learn to control yourself.

Control myself?

This is a matter of life and death

and you talk about controlling myself?

I know a lot more about raising a litter of pigs than you do.

A weakling makes trouble.

The pig couldn't help being born small.

If I had been born very small, would you have killed me?

Certainly not.

But this is different. A little girl is one thing.

A runty pig is another.

I see no difference!

This is an absolutely terrible case of injustice!

I don't know, Fern.

-Please, Papa. -Mmm...

Alright.

-The runt's yours. -Thank you.

I'll let you start it on a bottle like a baby.

Then you'll see how much trouble a pig can be.

Oh, he'll be no trouble at all, I promise.

He's yours. Saved from an untimely death.

May your mother forgive me for this foolishness.

Ay, John.

Isn't he wonderful?

Your name is... Wilbur.

-How did you think of that one? -It just came to me.

A good idea can often arrive suddenly and without warning,

like a sneeze.

Or a croak.

Good morning, Avery.

Say, what's Fern got?

I have a guest for breakfast.

He's a little pig, and his name is Wilbur.

Ha! it's no bigger than a white rat.

Can I have a pig, Pop?

I only distribute pigs to early risers.

Fern was up at daylight, trying to rid the world of injustice.

As a result, she now has a pig.

Shows what can happen if a person gets out of bed promptly.

Fern loved Wilbur more than anything.

She warmed his milk and fed him every morning,

and rocked him to sleep every night.

For the first few days of his life,

Wilbur was allowed to live in a box near the stove.

-Fern! -But when Mrs. Arable complained,

he was moved to a new home outdoors.

Mr. Arable fixed a small yard for Wilbur under an apple tree

and gave him a large wooden box with a doorway,

so he could walk in and out as he pleased.

Thanks to a diet of apples and table scraps,

Wilbur now bore little resemblance

to the runt he had been.

Time for your nap, Wilbur.

It's alright, Wilbur. Just go to sleep.

Do you want milk?

Here, try this.

Ah!

Wilbur, no!

It's not funny, Avery!

Of course it is!

Son, cut that out now.

Frankly, I'm surprised you just sat there and laughed

when you could have been helping Fern.

I'm sorry, Fern.

But sweetheart, it didn't seem like Wilbur

much enjoyed the carriage.

He didn't understand what was going on.

Then you must help him understand.

From the pig's perspective, you are a best friend, a mama,

and a teacher all rolled into one.

And you need to take those jobs seriously

and do what's right for Wilbur.

Do what's right for Wilbur?

Wilbur? Good afternoon.

It is time for you to learn more about the world,

so that you may have a wonderful and satisfying life.

Do you understand?

Alright. The first lesson is "Talking."

Let's start with your name. Wilbur.

Say, "Willlburrr."

W-W-W...

Wilbur.

W-W-Willl... burrr...

Oh, my goodness!

I think that you'll be a fine student, Wilbur.

Try saying...

"Good afternoon, Fern.

My, aren't we having some beautiful weather?"

Good afternoon, Fern.

My... aren't we having...

Lesson four.

Be formal and very polite when you meet someone.

Ahem.

It is my fondest pleasure to meet you.

Why, thank you, sir!

The pleasure is mine!

If someone is sad,

try to make them feel better. For example,

ask if they're okay and if they would like a hug.

Are you okay? Would you like a hug?

Perfect, Wilbur!

Sometimes you have to do things even if you're scared.

If you can't sleep,

ask someone to sing you a lullaby.

In recognition of your outstanding scholarship,

I hereby present you, Wilbur T. Pig,

with this diploma. Congratulations.

Thank you!

Fern, honey! Quilting bee is in an hour.

-Put on a dress, please. -A dress?

The Widow Fussy is joining us tonight.

She hasn't been out of the house in months

so we should dress for the occasion.

Oh, and keep Wilbur out of the house too.

The poor woman's been going through enough trouble,

she doesn't need any more from an unruly pig.

Fernandita!

Hola!

Woo!

Look who is all dressed up for the quilting bee.

No need to be shy. That dress is splendid.

I'll say. Finest I've seen in all my travels!

From Oslo to Omaha, from Tokyo to Toledo,

from Rochester to Rio.

Have you really been to all those places, Uncle Homer?

Oh, more or less.

Less. Much less.

We can consult the atlas later.

Now, this must be the wondrous Wilbur

we've heard so much about.

That's okay now.

Don't be frightened, little fella.

I'm Wilbur,

and I'm pleased to make...

Aw!

Aw!

Look at the little guy.

So...

What's for dinner tonight?

Good afternoon, Arables!

Fern was just introducing us to...

Now, now, now, now, now.

Is that what I think it is?

Everyone knows your favourite dessert is...

Plum pie.

Ha! Plum pie?!

Hey, belly, did ya hear that?

This is the luckiest day of your life!

And ol' Templeton's life too.

Plum pie!

So what's my strategy, belly?

Wait a sec.

I can't carry a whole pie on my own.

Say...

Now that's a gullible-looking pig if I ever saw one.

Good evening.

Oh, Mrs. Fussy, look at you!

-Such a change! -I wore black for six months

after I lost my dear Joseph.

Reckon it was time to brighten things up a trifle.

You look beautiful.

And Henry, what a nice surprise.

We weren't expecting you.

Hi, Fern.

Hi, Henry.

Um, Mrs. Arable?

It's a little too bright in town to see the stars.

I was hoping to set up my telescope here,

during your quilting bee.

Why, of course. Anywhere you like.

Thank you, ma'am.

Mm-hmm.

We learned to stitch for my mother

like I assume you learned from yours.

I have to keep you outside.

My mama said I couldn't have a pig at the quilting bee.

I understand. Have fun!

Okay, belly. It's showtime.

Agony!

Agony! Woe is me!

Woe is me!

Excuse me, sir. May I help you?

Can ya help me?

Oh, sure you can, pal. Help's the only thing

poor ol' Templeton needs! Ah!

-What was that? -Oh.

That's my belly. He grumbles when he's empty.

You get used to it. Here's the skinny.

You gotta get that pie from inside the house.

What? Oh, no. I-I'm not allowed in the house.

Hmm! Must be nice being a pig.

Folks bring you slop whenever you want.

And whaddya gotta do for it? Zip.

Not so for a rat, pal. Not so at all!

That sounds dreadful.

You don't know the half of it.

It all started when I was a baby.

A poor... defenceless... baby...

I just adore this dress, Edith.

Such a pretty yellow in the embroidery.

Thank you. I dyed the thread myself.

-My word! -So much work,

you wouldn't believe it. That's why Zeke's General Store

-is good enough for me. -You could never get

this colour at Zeke's.

I learned the technique back in Puerto Rico.

-What's so funny? -We used to visit our grandmother in the summers

and one time, she taught us how to dye thread.

So naturally, my sister needs the colour to be perfect.

I go to the barn to practise,

and I accidentally spill a little dye

on one of the goats.

-Uh-oh! -And she didn't like the way it looked,

so she...

She what?

I dyed the whole goat yellow.

The golden goat of San Juan!

So there I was, after all that toil,

back to where I started. With nothing!

Which is why I had to hop

on the back of Zuckerman's truck and come here.

Now don't you start again, belly!

Woe is me. Woe is me!

Oh no! Oh, I just feel terrible for you, Templeton.

It isn't fair at all!

-What's your name? -Wilbur.

Listen, Wilbur, tears are swell,

but if you really wanna help...

...you need to pinch that pie for me.

Help others in need.

Come again?

This is almost exactly the same as your last quilt.

There's no law against sticking

-with what works. -And there's no law

against trying something new.

Say, you two should enter the County Fair this year.

The County Fair?

I don't need to win a blue ribbon.

See, that's the difference between us.

I'd love to win a blue ribbon.

And I imagine you could. A talent like yours

would cause quite a stir.

There is a saffron dye I've been wanting to try.

Might be worth a trip to Burlington.

Sounds expensive. I suppose you'll need another loan.

Hmm.

Fern, honey, why don't you go and talk to Henry, would you?

He's too bashful to chat with anyone else.

I've seen these doors before.

They only stay open for a few seconds, so you gotta move fast.

I think I hear someone coming. Get ready, pig.

Now, pig!

I won't let you down, Templeton.

Fine. Focus on the pie!

So... what are you looking at?

Oh, uh, nothing... yet.

But when it gets dark, I should have an excellent view

of Ursa Major. That means, "Great Bear."

It's the most radiant in the spring.

Do you have a favourite constellation?

Um... the Big Dipper?

Really? That's perfect!

The Big Dipper is part of Ursa Major.

Oh. That's... swell.

Ah, nuts.

-What? -My grandma told you

to come out here, didn't she?

It's okay, Fern.

You don't need to pretend to be interested.

Psst! Over there, on the table.

Pull the towel underneath the pie with your teeth.

Then let the pie fall on the chair.

That's it. That's it...

Yes! You did it, pig!

You did it!

How do I get it off the chair?

It'll make a terrible crash when it hits the floor.

Uh, hold on.

Whoa! Ugh!

Push it over the edge and let it land on me. I'll break the fall.

But you'll be crushed.

I've been through much worse. This is a cakewalk.

Or a pie walk anyway. Alright, go ahead.

Oof!

Oh, my goodness. Templeton, I'm so sorry!

All in a day's work.

Now let's scram!

Other way! Other way!

-Oh! -New plan, pig.

-Throw the pie out the window. -What?!

Put it in your mouth and throw it out the window. Immediately!

-Wilbur! -Now or never, pig!

Uh...

Oh, my goodness! Oh, Mrs. Fussy, this is...

Ay yay yay, I can't believe it!

Oh... it's just a dress.

Fernanda Arable, I told you

I didn't want any trouble from the pig tonight!

I was trying to help the rat! He told me...

Fern, you clean up this mess right now.

We will discuss what to do with Wilbur later.

What? It's not his fault. It's mine.

-We will discuss this later. -No, no, no, no, no,

please don't blame Wilbur! I should have taught him better.

I'll do all of Avery's chores for a month.

I'll do whatever punishment you want! Just please,

please don't take Wilbur away!

I said at the start that a pig could be trouble.

But this is his home!

And this home isn't big enough for him.

It's time for you to do what's right for Wilbur.

Are you okay, Fern?

Lesson eight.

Would you like a hug?

See? I remembered the lesson!

You were sad and I asked if you were okay.

You can tell Mr. and Mrs. Arable that the lessons are working

and I won't have to go away now.

You're very sweet. But...

My mama and papa said Uncle Homer

has a lot more space in his barn than we do.

And that you're getting too big for me to take care of you.

I don't want to go. I want to stay here. With you.

I need to do what's right for you, Wilbur.

Alright, Fern. Say goodbye to Wilbur.

You'll see him after school.

Honey, why don't you show him the barn?

I need to talk to your daddy for a minute.

Come on, Wilbur. Let's see your new home.

What's on your mind?

I know you said ten bucks,

but would it be alright if I gave you six now

and four later?

Oh.

My plum trees bore fruit this season,

but no one's buying the plums.

I feel so foolish.

Serves me right for dreaming so big.

Hey, don't go adjusting any dreams just yet.

It's still early. In the meantime,

let's just say six bucks.

Well, that's a bargain. Much obliged, John.

Oh, this place isn't so bad.

Look at this barn.

We don't have anything like that back at home.

But you don't live here.

I'll visit whenever I can. And you'll make new friends.

I don't know how to make friends...

Wait. I do actually.

We talked about making friends in lessons 2, 16 and 27.

Oh, Wilbur.

And also, if you don't mind,

don't mention to Fern anything about the pig's future, okay?

I see. So she doesn't know?

And I'm in no rush to tell her.

-I love you, Fern. -I love you, too.

I'll be back soon.

Homer Zuckerman's barn was very large.

It smelled of hay and it smelled of manure.

Wilbur's new home was the lower part of the barn.

Pigs need warmth, and it was warm and comfortable down there

in the barn cellar on the south side.

Templeton? Templeton!

Gosh, am I glad to see you!

-Uh, who are you? -It's Wilbur.

From the Arable farm. Don't you remember me?

Oh, right. Never met a pie you didn't ruin.

-Huh? -Hey, uh, listen,

I'm kinda busy here.

I'm stocking up my palace. We'll talk later.

Oh... okay.

Goodbye.

You don't have to stay in that dirty-little

dirty-little dirty-little yard.

Excuse me?

One of the boards in the fence.

It's... loose.

I'm supposed to stay inside.

Rule 18 is, "Be obedient."

Suit-suit-suit yourself.

Wilbur?

Fern! I'm so happy to see you!

Have you made any friends yet?

Well, you just need to try a little harder, that's all.

It's only thunder. It won't hurt you.

Fern, I'd better run you home!

-But I just got here! -The storm will hit soon,

and it looks to be a doozy, Fern. We shouldn't waste time!

Please don't go. I've been waiting all day to see you.

I'm sorry. I'll come back as soon as I can.

Such an innocent little-little fellow.

He doesn't even know what's going to happen to him.

He has no idea he'll end up as Christmas dinner.

Poor pig.

Fern would teach me lessons.

We would go on walks.

I would wave goodbye to her when she went to school.

Those were the happiest days of my life.

They seem so long ago now.

What should I do?

Eat your dinner and be thankful

that somebody brings you food.

But Wilbur didn't want food.

He wanted love.

He wanted a friend,

somebody who would play with him.

Wilbur?

Huh? Who was that?

Do you want a friend, Wilbur?

A friend?

I've watched you all day and I like you.

But I can't see you. Where are you?

-I'm right up here. -What?

Now, go to sleep. You'll see me in the morning.

But now I'm too excited to sleep.

Would you sing me a lullaby, please?

Well, I hadn't planned on doing any singing tonight,

-but I suppose I could. -Thank you very much.

♪ Sleep sleep sleep ♪

♪ My only morning will come but soon ♪

♪ Don't weep don't be lonely ♪

♪ Sleep by the light ♪

♪ Of the moon ♪

Time for bed, mija.

Sí, mamá.

Um, excuse me?

Uh, attention, please.

Will the party who addressed me at bedtime last night

kindly speak up? You said you would be a friend to me.

But I can't find you. Please tell me where you are.

What's going on?

Oh, um... I'm sorry.

I should have waited until you were all awake.

Salutations!

Salu-what?

It's just my fancy way of saying hello

or... or good morning. Actually, it's just a silly expression.

I'm surprised I used it at all.

Oh. I see. Um...

Then salutations to you!

Thank you, kindly.

I still can't see you.

Look up here in the corner of the doorway.

Good morning! I mean...

Salutations. My name is Wilbur.

What is your name, please?

My name is Charlotte. Charlotte A. Cavatica.

What is that you're hanging from?

It looks like a quilt. My friend Fern has lots of them!

You mean this? Oh, it's my web.

-I think it's beautiful. -Thank you!

I've always thought of my web as my office.

It's where I do most of my work.

-You have a job? -I trap flies.

I come from a long line of trappers.

-I don't understand. -Hmm.

What you need is a demonstration.

But I'll need your help. See that fly over there?

Be a dear and shoo him over to my web.

Ooh, a direct hit. Well done.

-But he's stuck. -Correct.

First, I dive at him.

Next, I wrap him up.

What?

And finally, I knock him out with a little anesthetic

so he won't feel pain. Oh, it's a little service I throw in.

-Charlotte, no! -Delicious.

He'll make a perfect breakfast for me.

You eat flies?!

Oh, certainly. Flies, grasshoppers,

cockroaches, gnats, midges, daddy long legs, centipedes,

mosquitos, crickets...

...anything careless enough to get caught in my web.

Do they taste good?

Oh, I don't really eat them. I drink them.

Excuse me?

I drink their blood. I love blood.

-Wilbur? -What happened?

You fainted. Right after

I told you that I love drinking blood.

Stop saying that!

Well, I'm not entirely happy about my diet either,

but it's just the way that I was made.

-It's cruel. -Well, you can't talk.

You have your meals brought to you in a pail.

Nobody feeds me. I have to live by my wits,

think things out, take what comes,

or I'll go hungry. And furthermore,

do you realize that if I didn't have to catch bugs and eat them,

bugs would increase and multiply

and get so numerous that they would destroy the earth?

-Oh. -Mm-hmm.

Well, I wouldn't want that to happen.

Perhaps your web is a good thing after all.

I'm glad you've come around to my point of view.

That says much about you.

Now if you will excuse me, I must eat my breakfast

before it gets cold.

Shall we play together later?

We shall. I told you I would be a friend to you, didn't I?

So long then!

What's eating you, pig?

Well, I made a new friend, Charlotte.

She's clever and she said she would play with me...

But she's also brutal and bloodthirsty,

which I don't like at all.

Friendship is such a gamble.

Exactly why I don't bother with friends.

Wilbur was merely suffering the doubts

that often go with finding a new friend.

In good time he was to discover

that he was mistaken about Charlotte.

Underneath her rather bold and cruel exterior,

she had a kind heart.

And she was to prove loyal and true to the very end.

Tell me another, Charlotte!

Well, once upon a time, long before I came to this barn,

I built a web across a small stream.

And a tiny fish leaped into the air

and got tangled in the web.

-That's impossible. -There was the fish,

caught by one fin. And there was I,

throwing my threads and fighting hard.

First I threw a left around the tail.

The fish lashed back. I dodged,

then threw another left to the midsection

and a hard right to the head!

-Then what happened? -Nothing.

The fish lost the fight. I wrapped it up so tight

it couldn't budge. I kept the fish for a while,

and then I ate it.

A spider ate a whole fish?

A whole fish.

I had quite an appetite in my younger days. The end.

Gosh, that's the best story I've ever heard!

I'm glad you enjoyed. Now I have some work to do...

Oh, I'm so happy that I met you, Charlotte!

Fern will be so pleased to know that I've made a friend.

-The pleasure is mine. -Tell me another story!

I was just saying that I have some...

Pleeease!

You know, Wilbur, I am delighted to be your friend,

but I have found that having one friend

is usually not enough.

You should try making some other friends in the barn.

What is it?

I'm not very good at making friends.

Oh.

You're just new, that's all.

I know the feeling well. I wasn't born here either, remember?

Then how did you wind up in the barn?

I just blew in one day on a warm wind.

And I, too, was afraid to talk to anyone.

-What did you do? -Mustered up the nerve, that's all.

Sometimes you have to do things

even when you're scared. Fern taught me that.

Very smart girl.

Hey there, little fella.

What's the matter?

Cat got your tongue?

It's not just an expression.

I knew a goat once.

A cat got his tongue, which, yeah...

Well, as you can imagine, it made it rather difficult to talk.

I-I was wondering...

Oh no! It's the fox! It's the fox! It's the fox!

He's right over there.

The eggs!

Oh! No-no-no! No-no-no! No-no-no!

-I'm going! -No-no-no! Please no!

Once the fox sees the egg, it'll be too late!

But I can't lose you!

Lesson 11...

Someone else can go. Templeton, you do it!

Fat chance.

I'm a rat, not a hero.

-Templeton, please! -Funny how quickly you pick me

for the dangerous work. Why not the sheep or the pig?

Where is Wilbur?

Hurry, Wilbur!

Go! Go! Go, Wilbur!

Run! Faster, faster, Wilbur!

Fuera de aquí! Beat it!

Yes, yes, yes! Yeah! Thank you, thank you!

Yay! Go, Wilbur!

Aww!

I'd like to say thank you, thank you, thank you

to our friend Wilbur.

We all know this gosling would not be here

if not for your help.

Hello. I am most pleased to meet you.

Let's go, Junior.

Summer days on a farm

are the happiest and fairest days of the year.

Lavender blooms and makes the air sweet.

And bees visit around the plum trees.

It's also a jubilee time for birds, as their song

travels to all parts of the farm.

Alright, in ya go, go on.

I can count to five-five-five-five-five.

Why, hello there, Junior.

You know, I can't recall a gosling

who wasn't speaking by the summertime.

Why do you think we call her Junior?

She's just quiet-quiet-quiet. Like her father.

Good morning, everyone!

Fern!

-Hooray! -Wilbur, you're looking so big!

Farmer Zuckerman and Lurvy give me as much slop as I want.

Can you believe it?

I can't imagine having a more wonderful life.

I'm very happy for you.

Hah. Just wait 'til Christmas.

Templeton!

-What happens at Christmas? -Yes, what happens?

What happens-happens-happens at Christmas? What happens?

See what you did?

Look, I love a good lie,

but even I have my limits.

Let's level with him.

Well? Out with it.

Uh...

they're fattening you up because...

They're going to kill you.

Templeton's right. All the young pigs are killed

as soon as the cold weather sets in.

No... no...

-Is it true, Charlotte? -I'm afraid it must be.

The Old Sheep has been around this barn a long time.

We have no reason to doubt him.

I don't want to die!

It's all just a nasty lie, Wilbur.

Papa told me I could keep you.

He never said anything about this.

Wait here.

Is it true?

Is what true, honey?

Are you fattening up Wilbur so you can...

Kill him?

Now look... you know I'm a farmer, sweetheart.

Part of my business is raising pigs and...

Well, we don't raise them to be pets.

I'd keep all of them if I could,

but unless there's some kind of miracle...

Papa promised I could visit Wilbur every day.

How am I supposed to do that if the pig is dead?

You and Papa have broken your end of the bargain.

This is injustice! Plain and simple!

Okay now... One! Two! Three! Push!

Push!

-I don't wanna go! -You're being dramatic.

I will straighten out this mess. Just hide in the woods

until we send the Barn Swallow for you.

But I'll miss you too much.

It's not safe here, Wilbur.

Okay.

Alright, my friends! The biggest push yet!

Do it for Wilbur! One-two-three!

Push!

Gang way.

How does it feel to be free?

-I don't like it. -That doesn't matter.

You must run to the woods now! Before Lurvy finds you.

Wilbur is the sweetest, most well-behaved pig in the world...

Pig's out! Pig's out!

Go, Wilbur!

Whoa!

You got it! Keep running!

Here, pig.

Mm?

It's the old pail trick.

Don't fall for it!

Here ya go.

That'll do it.

I'm sorry.

You did your best.

I'll tell you what, boss. He is some pig.

You got that right, Lurvy.

Some pig indeed.

Quiet now.

Never once seen a tear that could solve a problem.

But what do we do, Charlotte? You heard Uncle Homer.

I know what his plans are, dear.

But we must make him change his plans.

But I'm just a little kid, and you're just a spider.

How can we make Uncle Homer do anything?

Yeah, how?

That remains to be seen.

But I will save you, Wilbur.

Hour by hour, Charlotte sat motionless,

deep in thought.

Having promised Wilbur that she would save his life,

she was determined to keep her promise.

She knew from experience that if she waited long enough,

a fly would come to her web.

And she felt sure that if she thought long enough

about Wilbur's problem, an idea would come to her mind.

Ha!

Why, how perfectly simple.

If I can fool a bug, I can surely fool a man.

People are not as smart as bugs.

The way to save Wilbur's life is to play a trick on Zuckerman.

The next day was foggy.

Everything on the farm was dripping wet.

And the grass looked like a magic carpet.

H-hey, boss?

-Look at this. -What is it, Lurvy?

Do you see what I see?

Edith? Edith!

What is it, Homer?

It's a miracle.

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