【正文】 Lurvy! called the cows.Look out for Zuckerman! yelled the gander.Watch out for the dog! cried the sheep.Listen to me, listen to me! screamed the Wilbur was dazed and frightened by this hullabaloo (ruckus, uproar, confusion). He didn39。 and soon the horses had caught on to what was happening. Wilbur39。ll catch it.The goose heard the racket and she, too, started hollering.Runrunrun downhill, make for the woods, the woods! she shouted to Wilbur. They39。t have to stay in that dirtylittle dirtylittle dirtylittle yard, said the goose, who talked rather fast. One of the boards is loose. Push on it, pushpushpush on it, and e on out!What? said Wilbur. Say it slower!Atatat, at the risk of repeating myself, said the goose, I suggestthat you e on out. It39。m less than two months old and I39。ll sell for six dollars, and see what he says.It was soon arranged. Fern phoned and got her Aunt Edith, and her Aunt Edith hollered for Uncle Homer, and Uncle Homer came in from the barn and talked to Fern. When he heard that the price was only six dollars, he said he would buy the pig. Next day Wilbur was taken from his home under the apple tree and went to live in a manure pile in the cellar of Zuckerman39。s blanket. He looked cute when his eyes were closed, because his lashes were so long. The doll would close her eyes, too, and Fern would wheel the carriage very slowly and smoothly so as not to wake her infants.One warm afternoon, Fern and Avery put on bathing suits and went down to the brook for a swim. Wilbur tagged along at Fern39。s got a guest for breakfast, said Mrs. Arable. Wash your hands and face, Avery!Let39。ll let you start it on a bottle, like a baby. Then you39。t yell, Fern!she said. Your father is right. The pig would probably die anyway.Fern pushed a chair out of the way and ran outdoors. The grass was wet and the earth smelled of springtime. Fern39。s WebBy　　　E. B. WhiteCopyright 1952CHAPTER 1 Before BreakfastWhere39。s unfair.Mr. Arable stopped walking.Fern, he said gently, you will have to learn to control yourself.Control myself? yelled Fern. This is a matter of life and death, and you talk about controlling myself. Tears ran down her cheeks and she took hold of the ax and tried to pull it out of her father39。s yours, said Mr. Arable. Saved from an untimely death. And may the good Lord forgive me for this foolishness.Fern couldn39。s no bigger than a white rat.Wash up and eat your breakfast, Avery! said his mother. The school bus will be along in half an hour.Can I have a pig, too, Pop? asked Avery.No, I only distribute pigs to early risers, said Mr. Arable. Fern was up at daylight, trying to rid the world of injustice. As a result, she now has a pig. A small one, to be sure, but nevertheless a pig. It just shows what can happen if a person gets out of bed promptly. Let39。 he was beginning to eat scraps of food in addition to milk. Mr. Arable was not willing to provide 瞻養(yǎng) for him any longer. He had already sold Wilbur39。s new home was in the lower part of the barn, directly underneath the cows. Mr. Zuckerman knew that a manure pile is a good place to keep a young pig. Pigs need warmth, and it was warm and fortable down there in the barn cellar on the south side.Fern came almost every day to visit him. She found an old milking stool that had been discarded, and she placed the stool in the sheepfold next to Wilbur39。s no place to go but in. When I39。re young.I can see that, replied Wilbur. He gave a jump in the air, twirled,ran a few steps, stopped, looked all around, sniffed the smells ofafternoon, and then set off walking down through the orchard. Pausing in the shade of an apple tree, he put his strong snout into the ground and began pushing, digging, and rooting. He felt very happy. He had plowed up quite a piece of ground before anyone noticed him. Mrs. Zuckerman was the first to see him. She saw him from the kitchen window, and she immediately shouted for the men.Homer! she cried. Pig39。t sure he would like it.Get around behind him, Lurvy, said Mr. Zuckerman, and drive himtoward the barn! And take it easy don39。s like to be free, he thought, I believe I39。t turn and twist when he was jumping and dancing, and he was crying so hard he could barely see anything that was happening.After all, Wilbur was a very young pig not much more than a baby,really. He wished Fern were there to take him in her arms and fort him. When he looked up and saw Mr. Zuckerman standing quite close to him, holding a pail of warm slops, he felt relieved. He lifted his nose and sniffed. The smell was delicious warm milk, potato skins, wheat middlings (小麥的)粗粉, Kellogg39。t care. The food smelled appetizing. He took another step toward the pail.Pig, pig! said Mr. Zuckerman in a kind voice, and began walkingslowly toward the barnyard, looking all about him innocently, as if hedidn39。ll make a good pig, said Mr. Zuckerman.Wilbur heard the words of praise. He felt the warm milk inside hisstomach. He felt the pleasant rubbing of the stick along his itchyback. He felt peaceful and happy and sleepy. This had been a tiring afternoon. It was still only about four o39。m very young, I have noreal friend here in the barn, it39。t think you were expecting woodpeckers, said Wilbur,bitterly.Wilbur next tried one of the lambs.Will you please play with me? he asked.Certainly not, said the lamb. In the first place, I cannot get intoyour pen, as I am not old enough to jump over the fence. In the second place, I am not interested in pigs. Pigs mean less than nothing to me.What do you mean, less than nothing? replied Wilbur. I don39。s farm and could get from one place to another without being seen. Usually he slept during the daytime and was abroad only after dark.Wilbur watched him disappear into his tunnel. In a moment he saw the rat39。ll be a friend to you. I39