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The County Fair
comes only once a year

and with it,
the end of summer.

For children, it's a final
glimpse of wonder

before the dry business
of schoolwork returns.

For farmers, a culmination
of the passing season's toil

and a hope that all
the hard work will be rewarded.

The anticipation is like
that before Christmas.

Now, the way they
score the wool is...

four points for fineness,

two for length,
and four for yield.

Guess how many points
I racked up

to win my first blue ribbon?

Two-hundred
and twenty-two-two-two!

Nine. Ten is the highest
possible score.

So you don't have
to be perfect to win?

Nine is very rare.
And nobody is perfect.

That will be
quite enough.

Wilbur needs his rest.
He's got a big day ahead of him.

So do you!

You've never been
to a County Fair either!

Wilbur, listen...

I won't be able to come
to the fair with you.

What? Why not?

Because I have to stay home
and get some work done.

I must lay my eggs.

You can lay eggs?

Of course. I'm versatile.

I can turn with ease
from one thing to another.

Charlotte,
I need you there.

How will I win without
one of your webs?

Why, with any number
of your many fine qualities.

Mr. Zuckerman! Boss!

They said the pig was what?

A "behemoth."

A pig so large,
it's practically guaranteed

to win the blue ribbon.

There goes our shot
at the prize money.

You can't trust everything
you hear at the General Store.

- Could just be a rumor.
- And if it's not?

Does that quilt have
a chance of winning?

I don't think it matters.

First prize is a blue ribbon
and a brass thimble.

Oh, Edith, I'm a fool.

How did I ever think tiny Wilbur
could beat out the big shots?

Lurvy. Do me a favor

and fetch me
a pail of buttermilk.

Ooh, it's really cold.

Eh. It's cold. It's cold.
It-It...

Oh, it tastes pretty good!

My grandmother used to bathe
her pigs with buttermilk

when they got dirty.

We want butter-butter

buttermilk too!

Shoo, shoo, fuera, fuera!

Ah... Cow,
you put out a good product.

Hold still, Wilbur.

Hold still.

There.

Well, he's clean, anyway.

Outstanding, Edith!

That behemoth pig is no match
for our Wilbur now!

Did he say behemoth pig?

Ufh, that's a problem
if ever I saw one.

- Why?
- This is unfortunate.

We didn't account for such
stiff competition.

I did, but nobody
listens to me.

In all my years' experience,
no pig ever won for being shiny.

I shall go to the fair.

- You're coming with me?
- Yes.

And Templeton,
you had better come too.

What? Huh, no.

I'll need you
to bring me inspiration.

I must spin a word better
than any I've spun before.

Oh, you always say that.
I am staying right here.

I haven't the slightest
interest in fairs.

That's because you've
never been to one.

A fair is a rat's paradise.

Everybody spills and drops
their food.

After dark, you'll find
sticky pie pans,

frozen custard dribblings,

abandoned candied apples,
fragments of fried dough--

That's enough.

Don't tell me anymore.
I'm going.

Good

One, two, three!

Using all
their strength,

the men picked up the crate

and heaved it
aboard the truck.

They didn't know
that under the straw was a rat

and inside a knothole
was a grey spider.

They saw only a pig.

Everybody in!

The trucks began
to move ahead.

The animals cheered.

The children waved,

and away they went
to the Fair.

Wow.

Templeton, come take a look.
It's wonderful!

I'm not going anywhere
'til it's dark out.

My nose can tell me
all I need to know for now.

Fern, c'mon!
- Just a minute.

Wilbur, I need to go.

Henry and I are trying
to see a comet tonight,

and, well, we've gotta get
to the Ferris wheel.

You're not staying with me?

No, but Charlotte's here.

Indeed I am.

Have a wonderful time, dear.

Bye!

Why is Fern
spending time with him

when she should be
spending time with me?

Fern is growing up
and getting other interests.

She wants to see a comet.
It's normal.

She won't spend the rest
of her life talking to animals.

That can't be true.

Have you ever met an adult

who talks to animals
like Fern does?

- No.
- Then you should feel

very happy to have
so many animal friends

to talk to back in the barn.

I guess.

Excellent. Only eight more
revolutions to go.

- What?!
- We need to find the average.

The comet will only be visible
for a few minutes tonight.

We gotta time it so we'll be
at the top

at exactly the right moment.

Leave it to you two
to make a County Fair boring.

Just hurry up, alright?

I want to ride the swings
and do the ring toss

and eat cheeseburgers!

What do you think?

Ha! Is that the Golden Goat
of San Juan?

It is a work of art.

Where did you get
those colors?!

- Oh, uh...
- She dyes the thread herself.

She learned from our family
back in Puerto Rico.

Oh! Here they come.

They've never seen a quilt
like yours, Edith. Nobody has!

Charlotte,
are you hearing this?

Charlotte?

There's a pig a few pens over

and he's as enormous
as they say.

Much bigger than you.

Well, maybe he's older
than I am?

He's had more time to grow?

I'd better take a closer look.

So, this...

This here's the surly hog
you told me about, huh?

The one you named
after your uncle?

In the flesh.

Homer, your encouraging words

were just what I needed.

Salutations!

Salutations.

Huh?

Lovely to meet you, too.

I'm Charlotte. I understand
your name is Uncle?

- Yup.
- I see.

May I ask your age?
Are you a spring pig?

Sure, I'm a spring pig.

What did you think I was,
a spring chicken?

That's a good one, eh, bugsy?

I've heard funnier.

And I'm not a bug,
I'm an arachnid.

He claims he's a spring pig.

But he's twice as big as me?

At least.

Why did we even come here?

I don't stand a chance.

Nonsense. That other pig has
a most unattractive personality

and he cracks weak jokes.

He's not anywhere near as clean
as you are, nor as pleasant.

And certainly
not as extraordinary

Still, he'll be hard to beat.

If we want to make
everyone see

what's as clear
as day to me,

we'll need the perfect word.

Ahem...

Ever occur to anyone
that I got other things to do

besides fetch words
for a spider and a pig?

I'm a ravenous rat.

I came here to eat,
not deliver the mail!

We have chosen our winners.

The Second Place prize
goes to Mrs. Bertha Snide's

Eight-Pointed Starflower Quilt

entitled,
"Eight-Pointed Starflower."

And our first place blue ribbon

and honorary brass thimble

goes to...

a daring new interpretation

of the hand-quilting tradition,

Mrs. Edith Zuckerman's
Decorative Quilt

entitled, "Sunlight."

Why should she win
for that circus tent?

Mrs. Snide, please.

Oh, come on, Phyllis.
Look at it!

Runs completely contrary

to the traditions
of this competition.

Oh, I don't know
what you mean.

Now, please refrain from--

Are you gonna make me say it
out loud? It's a county fair!

She's not even
from this country.

My sister and I were born

and raised here
in New England, ma'am.

Our parents came here
from Puerto Rico,

and as such, we are all
citizens of the United States.

If she's so American,

then why can't she make
a traditional quilt

like everyone else?

It is her tradition.
Our tradition.

We learned to stitch
from our mother, like I assume

you learned from yours.

And just like our mother,

Edith creates her own patterns

instead of copying them
out of a Sears

and Roebuck catalogue.

That's why you've never
seen a quilt like this

and that's why she won.

If this is a problem for you,
I suggest a solution:

make a better quilt next year.

Gracias, 'manita.

Ah... My shining hour,
at last.

Wish me luck, folks.

Good luck, Templeton.

I realize there are many
tempting distractions

for you here, but don't
lose sight of your mission:

you must find the perfect--

The perfect word.
I know, I know.

I heard you the first 500 times.
It'll be easy as pie!

Will he take long?

I don't know, Wilbur. Maybe.

I need to rest.

Are you feeling okay?

Of course.

It's just...

the smallest things
seem to tire me these days.

- You look different.
- My age, I guess.

Well, I'm awfully sorry
you're feeling poorly.

Perhaps if you spin a web
and catch a couple flies?

Perhaps.

But I feel like...

the end of a long day.

Alright, belly.

You gotta hang on
a little longer, okay?

Ha!

Words, words, more words.

Perfect!

We did it, belly!

I just gotta run this back
to Charlotte,

then the rest of the night
belongs to you.

Like I said, it'll be easy as--

Please, Daddy, please!

...cotton candy.

Um, Right. Easy as...

corndogs.

Easy as popcorn.

Easy as fried dough.

Easy as custard.

Easy as a candy apple.

Actually...

This isn't very easy after all.

Hello?

Ah!

Alright, belly.

You gotta hang on
just a little longer, okay?

I just gotta run this
newspaper over to Charlotte

and then the rest of the night
belongs to you!

Wow.

It's growling like a tiger.

Oh, maybe I should
get something to eat?

No, no. It'll have to wait.

What?

There's no time
like the present.

Who said that?

- Just me.
- And me.

- And me.
- And me.

And me.

Uh, listen, fellas.

I'm a little busy here.
Uh, whaddya want?

It's not what we want.
It's what you want.

Uh, what do I want?

All this...

...could be yours!

Wait. What about Charlotte?

And Wilbur? They need a word!

Yeah, yeah. Right, right.

What about you?

This is a once-in-a-lifetime
feast.

You may never taste
such high-living again.

But Wilbur's life is at stake.

You may not like it,
but you gotta

hold up your end
of the bargain.

Remember, that pig tried
to steal a whole plum pie

for ya, just 'cause
you asked him.

That's gotta count
for something, doesn't it?

C'mon, pal.

Atta boy.

Okay, it's time.

We need to be on the next ride.

Templeton?

Templeton!

I believe we're on
our own tonight.

- So what do I do?
- Think hard.

What's the exact word
that explains

why you're so special?

I'm not special.

I'm just a runty pig.

I don't even know why you
helped me in the first place.

All I ever did
was be your friend.

Well, that in itself
is a tremendous thing.

Wilbur, I weave my webs
for you because I like you.

Because we're friends.

After all,
what's a life, anyway?

We're born, we live a little,
we die.

A spider's life
can't help being

something of a mess with all
the trapping and eating flies.

By helping you,

perhaps I was trying to lift
my own life up a trifle.

Heaven knows that anyone's
life can stand a little of that.

I... I'm no good
at making speeches.

I haven't your gift for words.

But well...

You're a true friend, Charlotte,

and I would give
my life for you.

I really would.

I know what to write.

- What is it?
- Don't you worry.

Just go to sleep.
You'll see it in the morning.

When the first light
comes into the sky,

you look up here, and I'll
show you not just a word.

I will show you my masterpiece.

Right on time.

I hope.

I don't see anything.

We must not be
high enough yet.

C'mon, c'mon...

- I think I see it!
- Where?!

There!
That little blue light!

Did you see it?
It's really small.

Ah! I think you're right!
Okay...

I can't find it.

Let me look!

Ugh, Where is it?
Where is it?

I think we might have to wait

until the Ferris Wheel
stops moving.

Then we can get a good look.

But it's not stopping.
Why isn't it stopping?

Maybe there were
no more riders?

Oh, it's gonna
disappear soon!

We're going to miss it.

What's happening?

Hold it there for awhile?

Thanks.

- Can you see it?
- Not yet.

Not...

Wow

Every once
in a while,

a moment comes along

that has the power
to change us.

A moment that,

until now,
we have only guessed at.

It makes us feel
that, on this day,

in this place,

we are a part
of something special.

It makes us feel as if
we are woven somehow

into the vast web
of the universe.

The moment passes, of course.

And in time, will diminish.

But all those who bear witness,

they remain in some small way.

Humble?

It has
two meanings.

"Not proud"
and, "Near the ground."

That's you all over.

It doesn't sound
very special.

Oh, but it is.

It's why I loved you, and why
everyone else should too.

- Where are you?
- I'm back here.

Up in this back corner.

Why aren't you on your web?

I left it last night.

To make something.

Something for me, for a change.

What is that?

This, Wilbur, is my egg sac,

my magnum opus.

It's Latin.
It means "great work."

Inside, there are 514 eggs.

It's a very beautiful egg sac.

Thank you. It's strong, too.

I made it out of the toughest
material I have.

And waterproof. So the eggs
will stay warm and dry.

Are you really going to have

514 babies?

If nothing happens, yes.

Of course, they won't show up
'til next spring.

Why are you sad?

I should think you'd be
terribly happy.

Oh, don't pay any
attention to me.

I'm not young anymore, Wilbur.

I'm slowing up,
feeling my age.

Well, would you
look at that, hmm!

You didn't need
my help after all.

You ought to be
ashamed of yourself.

It would serve you right
if you had an acute

attack of indigestion.

Don't worry about my stomach.
I can handle anything.

Ugh, stop it.

Stop with those eyes!

You can't lure me here
with tales of the feast

and expect me not to gorge.
I'm a rat!

Never in my life have I seen
such leavings of food

and drink,
everything well-ripened,

seasoned with
the passage of time

and heat of the day.

I was helpless.

Templeton, hush.
In case you didn't notice,

Charlotte has made an egg sac.

She is going to become a mother.

To 514 babies.

- Is that true?
- Yes. It's true.

Well, this really
has been a night.

Never mind him, Wilbur.

Today is your big day.

I want you to look your best.

Look! Look at the web!

Humble?

Now isn't that just
the word for Wilbur?

Wilbur, you look
perfect this morning!

What?

I said, I feel perfect, Fern.

I'm so happy to see you!

I think everything will be o--

I... I can't understand you.

Charlotte was right.

You won't talk
to animals forever.

You're growing up.

Lookie here, folks!
Come one, come all.

Gather round, be witness...
- You okay, Fern?

- ...to a great miracle!
- Mm-hmm.

This is no ordinary pig.

He is some, terrific,

radiant, other wordly--
- Uncle Homer, look over there.

The... The blue ribbon.

What? What is it?

Attention, please!

Will Mr. Homer Zuckerman
bring his famous pig

to the judges' booth
in front of the grandstand.

A special announcement
will be made there

in 20 minutes!

C'mon, what are
we waiting for?!

Ladies and gentlemen,
I now present...

Mr. Homer L. Zuckerman's
distinguished pig!

It's okay, Wilbur. It's okay.

The fame of this unique animal

has spread to the far corners
of the Earth.

Many of you will recall

that never-to-be-forgotten day
this summer

when the words "some pig"
appeared mysteriously

on a spider's web
in Mr. Zuckerman's barn.

Where did this writing
come from?

Not from the spider,
we can rest assured of that.

Spiders are very clever
at weaving their webs.

But needless to say,
spiders cannot write.

Oh, they can't, can't they?

And yet, is this
not some pig?!

We should all feel... proud

and grateful to have
witnessed this miracle.

And so, on behalf
of the governors of the fair,

I have the honor of awarding
a special prize

of 25 dollars

to Mr. Zuckerman.

And a handsome medal
to his radiant,

terrific, humble pig,

for attracting so many visitors
to our great county fair!

Yeah, Wilbur!

Wilbur!

What's wrong with him?
Is he dead?

We can't give a prize
to a dead pig.

It's never been done!
- Oh, he isn't dead,

he's fainted.

He, uh, well,
he gets embarrassed easily.

It's alright, it's alright,
he's-he's fine.

He's just, well, he's humble.

Aw...

- Wilbur, wake up
- Okay, come on, buddy.

Come on.

It's as shiny
and bright as you are, Wilbur.

You deserve it.

Are you alright, Charlotte?
You sound tired.

I am. But I feel... peaceful.

Your success today was,
to a small degree,

my success too.

You will live out your life
at Zuckerman's farm.

You'll see the snows
of winter

and enjoy the beauty
of the frozen world,

all the sights
and sounds and smells,

all the precious days.

Oh, Charlotte,

to think that
when I first met you,

I thought you were cruel
and bloodthirsty.

Won't it be wonderful to be back
home in the barn cellar again

with the sheep and the geese?

And in the spring,
there will be 514 baby spiders

crawling all around,
and Junior--

Wilbur.

I'm not going back
to the barn.

Not going back?
What are you talking about?

I haven't even strength enough
to climb back down to the crate.

In a day or two, I'll be dead.

It's the natural
order of things.

No, Charlotte, no!

This can't be! It isn't right!
It isn't fair!

Come now,

let's not make a scene.

But I can't stand it.

I-I won't leave you
here to die alone.

I'll stay too.

Don't be ridiculous.

They'll put you in a crate
any minute.

And, besides,
it wouldn't make sense.

There'd be no one
here to feed you.

Where's Templeton?

Templeton!
- Huh, huh?

Can't a rat
get a wink of sleep?

Listen to me!
Charlotte is very ill.

She has only
a short time to live

and can't go home with us.
It's absolutely necessary

that I take her egg sac with me.

I can't reach it,
and I can't climb.

You're the only one
who can get it.

Do this. Do that.

Never a compliment
for the rat, only abuse.

You didn't even help us
find a word.

At the very least, do this.

Look at her.

Uh... what's in it for me?

If you get me Charlotte's
egg sac,

from now on,
whenever they bring me slop,

I will let you eat first.

You mean that?

Alright, it's a deal.

Use extreme care!

I don't want a single one
of those eggs harmed.

Ugh. This stuff sticks
to my mouth.

It's worse than
caramel candy.

Thank you, Templeton.

Thank you. I will never forget
this as long as I live.

Hmm, neither will I.

C'mon now, Wilbur.

We're going home.

The egg sac felt
strange on Wilbur's tongue.

And, of course,
he couldn't say anything.

Charlotte knew
he was saying good-bye

in the only way he could.

And she knew her children
were safe.

Good-bye.

She summoned all her strength
to wave a leg at him.

The fairgrounds
were soon deserted.

The sheds and buildings emptied.

The pathways littered
and forlorn.

Nobody,
of the hundreds of people

that had visited the fair,

knew that a grey spider

had played the most important
part of all.

No one was with her
when she died.

Wilbur's was
a strange homecoming.

Around his neck,
he wore a medal of honor.

In his mouth, he held a sac
of spider's eggs.

In his heart,
he felt a gaping hole.

Oh... Wilbur,

you're family now,

and I promise I'm going
to take care of you

the rest of your days.

Congratu-atu-atulations, Wilbur!

You wear that medal
as well as I wore mine.

Wilbur, where is Charlotte?

Is Wilbur okay?

Titi Edith said that
you really gave it to some lady

at the quilting expo.

She deserved it.

And Edith deserved
the blue ribbon.

- What's wrong?
- I...

I never appreciated
my sister's gifts.

I just complained about
the ways she wasn't like me.

I even worried she was
rubbing off on you,

and that doesn't make
a lick of sense, because well,

because she's wonderful.

And so are you.

Who am I to complain?

I suppose I was blinded
by pride.

Guess I should've been
humble like Wilbur.

Soon the autumn days
grew shorter.

The leaves shook loose
from the trees.

Christmas came,
and the snows of winter.

And, just as Charlotte promised,

Wilbur lived to enjoy
the beauty of the frozen world.

Here, Wilbur!
Slop's up!

You know, you would
live longer if you ate less.

Hmph! Who wants
to live forever?

I get untold pleasures
from the feast.

All winter long,
Wilbur watched over

Charlotte's egg sac
as though he were guarding

his own children.

On the coldest days,

he lay so that his breath
would warm it.

Stay warm, children.

In time, the snows melted
and ran away.

The mornings came sooner.

The swallows returned
from holidays south.

And a warm wind blew again.

Get some
fresh air, Wilbur.

You're liable to go blind

just staring
at that sac all day.

Follow-follow-follow me, children.

Pick up your feet-feet-feet

and straighten
your neck-neck-necks.

Yes-yes-yes, grandma!

Hi, Junior.
Hi, Junior's goslings.

Everyone! They're here at last!

Hello, I'm Wilbur.

I'm an old friend
of your mother's.

Are you alright?
Is everything okay?

They don't understand me.

They're not talking.
What do I do?

Whaddya think?
You have to teach them.

Of course. Of course.

Children, it is time for you
to learn more about the world,

so you may have a wonderful
and satisfying life.

The first lesson is "Talking."

Let's start with "hello,"

which is what you say
when you meet someone. "Hello."

Hello...

Or a fancy way to say hello
is "salutations."

That's what your mother
first said to me.

Try it. "Salutations."

Just give-it, give-it,
give-it time.

For several days
and several nights,

the baby spiders
crawled here and there.

Up and down,
around and about.

Hey, that tickles.

Waving at Wilbur
and saying nothing.

Let's try it again.

"Hello."

And when you part with someone,

you say "Good-bye."

"Good-bye."

Then came a quiet morning

when Mr. Zuckerman opened
a door on the side of the barn

and a warm draft
of rising air

blew softly through the cellar.

"Hello."

"Hello."

Good-bye!

You can talk?
You can talk!

Wait a minute!

Where are you going?

No. Stop!
What are you doing?

- Bye!
- Bye-Bye!

- Good-bye!
- Good-bye!

Wait! Children, wait!
Come back!

- Bye!
- Good-bye!

- Bye!
- Bye-Bye!

Please, stop!

At least someone tell me
what's going on! Please!

We're leaving
on the warm updraft.

This is our moment
for setting forth.

We are aeronauts and we are
going out into the world

to make webs for ourselves.

- But-but where?
- Wherever the wind takes us.

We take to the breeze,
we go as we please.

Are all of you going?

You can't all go.
- Good-bye!

Your mother wanted me
to care for you!

She wouldn't like this!

I'm sure of it!
- Good-bye!

- Good-bye!
- Good-bye!

- Good-bye!
- Ugh...

Why did I ever teach
them that cursed word?

- Bye!
- Bye-bye!

Bye-bye!

This seemed like
the end of the world to Wilbur.

To be deserted
by Charlotte's children.

Salutations! I'm over here.

- Huh?
- So am I.

So am I.

Uh, Wha-wha...
W-what are your names?

I'll tell you my name

if you tell me
why you're trembling.

I'm trembling with joy.

Then my name is Joy.

What was my mother's
middle initial?

- A.
- Then my name is Aranea.

And how about you?

Will you just pick
a name for me?

Something nice.

Not too long, not too fancy,

and not too dumb.

Uh, Nellie?

I like that very much.
You may call me Nellie.

- Wilbur?
- Yes?

- We're hungry.
- Can you help us?

What do you mean?

Can't you just spin webs
and catch bugs?

- Of course not.
- We're too small

Our spinnerets
aren't fully developed.

Oh...

You're runts, like I was.

Ah, what do I do?

I can't spin a web.
They'll starve!

A father provides.

But I don't know
how to catch a fly.

Fly?

Fishing.

They say you catch more
flies with honey than vinegar.

It's not just an expression.

Met a bear once.
Long before your time,

you wouldn't know him.
Now I don't know

his connection
to vinegar exactly, but--

- So I just need honey?
- I know where you can get it.

But even I'm not so cruel
as to suggest you try.

Just tell me.

A father provides.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!

- Wilbur!
- What happened?

Are you okay?

Children, listen quickly.

This honey is sticky like a web
and will attract flies.

So dive at him,

knock him out,
and suck his blood.

Good luck.

Over the next
few days,

Charlotte's children
survived on the bugs

caught with Wilbur's honey.

They were nourished,
and grew larger,

and spun webs of their own.

I got one!

So did I!

Me too!

- Wilbur?
- What's the matter?

Aren't you happy for us?

Yes, of course.
It's just, well...

Now that you can go
fend for yourselves,

I suppose you'll be setting off
on the next warm wind.

Oh, there it is now.

Go on.

Set forth. Begin your lives.

W-Why aren't you leaving?

We want to stay.

- We like it here.
- And we like you!

Like Fern
and Charlotte were to him...

Higher, higher!

...Wilbur was
a friend and teacher

for Charlotte's daughters.

Wilbur! Wilbur, look!

What did you--
You know what? Don't tell me.

He tended to their every need.

And when the gosling
returned home that night,

his mother had made the biggest
and most beautiful nest.

It took the goose two days
to make it.

It was...

- Her magnum opus.
- What's that?

Well, it's Latin.

...and he passed on
all of Charlotte's wisdom.

At night, Wilbur would
gaze at the stars.

Fern had taught him
about constellations,

and he even found one
of his own.

Now, he could always
speak to Charlotte.

And then Templeton
got caught in the web.

He didn't like that at all.

Same old Templeton.

Wilbur didn't see Fern
as often as he used to.

But all the same,

he treasured any moments
he got to share with her.

Soon a full year had passed

since Wilbur had been born
a runt in the Arable barn.

He was now a beloved guardian
to three young spiders

and a respected member
of the barn family.

Whoa!

Now you hang on tight, okay?
But have fun.

I'll keep a good-good-good
eye on them.

Goodnight, Joy.
Goodnight, Aranea.

Goodnight, Nellie.
Goodnight!

What is it? I can't see you.

It's nothing.

Salutations, Charlotte.

Another fine day down here.

The girls are all doing
wonderfully.

And they're making fast friends
with Junior's goslings.

Let's see, what else...

Oh, it's my birthday today.

My first one.

It's kind of a funny feeling.

You know...

I never would have
had a birthday

if it weren't for you.

You didn't just save my life,

you taught me
how precious life is.

How to cherish all of it.

Night and day,

summer and winter.

To cherish spiders,

and cows,

and sheep,

and geese,

and even sneaky rats.

I owe everything to you.

Wilbur never
forgot Charlotte.

Over the years,
he loved her children

and grandchildren dearly,

but none ever quite
took her place in his heart.

She was in a class by herself.

It is not often
that someone comes along

who is a true friend
and a good writer.

Charlotte was both.

Surprise!

Thank you.

Happy birthday!

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