So Charlotte, although she, too, was tried, did what Wilbur wanted.
"Once upon a time," she began,
"I had a beautiful cousin
who managed to build her web across a small stream.
One day a tiny fish leaped in to the air
and got tangled in the web.
My cousin was very much surprise, of course.
The fish was thrashing wildly.
My cousin hardly dared tackle it.
But she did.
She swooped down and threw great masses of wrapping material around the fish and fought bravely to capture it."
"Did she succeed?" asked Wilbur.
"It was a never-to-be-forgotten battle," said Charlotte.
"There was the fish, caught only by one fin,
and it tail wildly thrashing and shining in the sun..
There was the web, sagging dangersouly under the weight of the fish."
"How much did the fish weigh?" asked Wilbur eagerly.
"I don't know," said Charlott. "There was my cousin,
slipping in, dodging out,
beaten mercilessly over the head by the wildly thrashing fish,
dancing in, dancing out,
throwing her threads and fighting hard.
First she threw a left around the tail.
The fish lashed back.
Then a left to the tail and a right to the mid section.
The fish lashed back.
The she dodged to one side and threw a right,
and another right tothe fin.
Then a hard left to the head,
while the web swayed and stretched."
"Then what happened?" asked Wilbur.
"Nothing," said Charlotte.
"My cousin kept the fish for a while,
and then, when she got good and ready,
she ate it."