"Charlotte's Web": Chapter One

"Do away with it?" shrieked Fern.

"Please don't kill it!" she sobbed.

"Fern," said Mr. Arable, "I know more about raising a litter of pigs than you do.

"This is the most terrible case of injustice I ever heard of."

As she approached her chair, the carton wobbled, and there was a scratching noise.

"Oh," she whispered.

He's absolutely perfect."

He's absolutely perfect."

"What's that?" he demanded.

"You call that miserable thing a pig?

That's a fine specimen of a pig -- it's no bigger than a white rat."

"No, I only distribute pigs to early risers," said Mr. Arable.

A small one, to be sure, but nevertheless a pig.

It just shows what can happen if a person gets out of bed promptly.

The pig, although tiny, had a good appetite and caught on quickly.

She just sat and stared out of the window, thinking what a blissful world it was and how lucky she was to have entire charge of a pig.

She just sat and stared out of the window, thinking what a blissful world it was and how lucky she was to have entire charge of a pig.

By the time the bus reached school, Fern had named her pet, selecting the most beautiful name she could think of.

The pupils giggled.

The pupils giggled.