When Mr. Zuckerman got back to the house, he took off his work clothes and put on his best suit.
Then he got into his car and drove to the minister's house.
He stayed for an hour and explained to the minister that a miracle had happened on the farm.
"So far," said Zuckerman, "only four people on earth konw baout this miracle.
-myself, my wife Edith, my hired man Lurvy, and you." "Don't tell anybody else," said the minister.
"We don't know what it means yet, but perhaps if I give though to it, I can explain it in my sermon next Sunday.
There can be no doubt that you have a most unuaual pig.
I intend to speak about it in my sermon and point out the fact that this community has been visited with a wondrous animal.
By the way, does the pig have a name?"
"Why, yes," said Mr. Zuckerman. "My little niece calls him Wilbur.
She's a rather queer child- full of notions.
She raised the pig on a bottle and I bought him from her when he was a month old."
He shook hands with minister, and left.
Secrets are hard to keep. Long before Sunday came, the news spread all over the the country.
Everybody knew that a sign had happened in a spider's web on the Zuckerman's place.
Everbody knew that the Zuckerman had a wondrous pig.
People came from miles around to look at Wilbur and to read the words on Charlotte's web.
The Zuckerman's driveway was full of cars and trucks from morning till night- Fords and Chevvies
and Buick roadmasters and GMC pickups and Plyouths and Studebakers and Packards
and De Sotos with gyromatic transmissions and Oldsmoblies with rocket engines and Jeep station wagons and Ponitacs.
The news of the wonderful pig spread clear up into the hills, and farmers came ratting down in buggies and buckboards,
to stand hour after hour at Wilbur's pen admiring the miraculous animal. All said they had never seen such a pig before in their lives.
