Every morning after breakfast, Wilbur walked out to the road with Fern and waited with her till the bus came.
She would wave good-bye to him, and he would stand and watch the bus until it vanished (消失) around a turn.
While Fern was in school, Wilbur was shut up inside his yard. But as soon as she got home in the afternoon, she would take him out and he would follow her around the place.
If she went into the house, Wilbur went, too. If she went upstairs, Wilbur would wait at the bottom step until she came down again.
If she took her doll (玩偶) for a walk in the doll carriage, Wilbur followed along.
Sometimes, on these journeys, Wilbur would get tired, and Fern would pick him up and put him in the carriage alongside the doll.
He liked this. And if he was very tired, he would close his eyes and go to sleep under the doll's blanket (毯子). He looked cute when his eyes were closed, because his lashes (睫毛) were so long.
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The doll would close her eyes, too, and Fern would wheel (推) 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 (小溪) for a swim. Wilbur tagged along at Fern's heels. When she waded into the brook, Wilbur waded in with her.
He found the water quite cold--too cold for his liking. So while the children swam and played and splashed water at each other, Wilbur amused himself in the mud along the edge of the brook, where it was warm and moist and delightfully sticky (粘的) and oozy (渗出水分的).
Every day was a happy day, and every night was peaceful.
Wilbur was what farmers call a spring pig, which simply means that he was born in springtime. When he was five weeks old, Mr. Arable said he was now big enough to sell, and would have to be sold.
Fern broke down and wept. But her father was firm about it. Wilbur's appetite had increased; he was beginning to eat scraps (碎屑；残羹剩饭) of food in addition to milk.
Mr. Arable was not willing to provide for him any longer. He had already sold Wilbur's ten brothers and sisters.
"He's got to go, Fern," he said. "You have had your fun raising a baby pig, but Wilbur is not a baby any longer and he has got to be sold."
"Call up the Zuckermans," suggested Mrs. Arable to Fern. "Your Uncle Homer sometimes raises a pig. And if Wilbur goes there to live, you can walk down the road and visit him as often as you like."
"How much money should I ask for him?" Fern wanted to know. "Well," said her father, "he's a runt. Tell your Uncle Homer you've got a pig you'll sell for six dollars, and see what he says."
It was soon arranged (安排). Fern phoned and got her Aunt Edith, and her Aunt Edith hollered (大声叫喊) 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 (粪肥) pile in the cellar (地窖) of Zuchkerman's barn.
The barn was very large. It was very old. It smelled of hay and it smelled of manure. It smelled of the perspiration (汗) of tired horses and the wonderful sweet breath of patient cows.
It often had a sort of peaceful smell--as though nothing bad could ever happen again in the world.
It smelled of grain and of harness dressing and of axle (车轴) grease (油，文中指润滑油) and of rubber (橡胶) boots and of new rope. And whenever the cat was given a fish-head to eat, the barn would smell of fish.
But mostly it smelled of hay, for there was always hay in the great loft (阁楼) up overhead. And there was always hay being pitched (扔) down to the cows and the horses and the sheep.
The barn was pleasantly warm in winter when the animals spent most of their time indoors, and it was pleasantly cool in summer when the big doors stood wide open to the breeze.
The barn had stalls on the main floor for the work horses, tie-ups on the main floor for the cows, a sheepfold (羊圈) down below for the sheep, a pigpen (猪舍) down below for Wilbur, and it was full of all sorts of things that you find in barns:
ladders, grindstones (磨石), pitch forks, monkey wrenches, scythes (大号的镰刀), lawn mowers (割草机), snow shovels, ax handles, milk pails (桶), water buckets, empty grain sacks, and rusty (生锈的) rat traps (夹子).
It was the kind of barn that swallows like to build their nests in. It was the kind of barn that children like to play in. And the whole thing was owned by Fern's uncle, Mr. Homer L. Zuckerman.
Wilbur'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 comfortable down there in the barn cellar on the south side.
Fern came almost every day to visit him. She found an old milking stool (凳子) that had been discarded (丢弃), and she placed the stool in the sheepfold next to Wilbur's pen (圈，栏).
Here she sat quietly during the long afternoons, thinking and listening and watching Wilbur. The sheep soon got to know her and trust her. So did the geese, who lived with the sheep.
All the animals trusted her, she was so quiet and friendly. Mr. Zuckerman did not allow her to take Wilbur out, and he did not allow her to get into the pigpen.
But he told Fern that she could sit on the stool and watch Wilbur as long as she wanted to. It made her happy just to be near the pig, and it made Wilbur happy to know that she was sitting there, right outside his pen. But he never had any fun--no walks, no rides, no swims.
One afternoon in June, when Wilbur was almost two months old, he wandered out into his small yard outside the barn. Fern had not arrived for her usual visit. Wilbur stood in the sun feeling lonely and bored (无聊的).
"There's never anything to do around here," he thought. He walked slowly to his food trough (饲料槽) and sniffed to see if anything had been overlooked (忽视；忽略) at lunch.
He found a small strip of potato skin and ate it. His back itched (发痒), so he leaned against the fence (围栏) and rubbed against the boards. When he tired of this, he walked indoors, climbed to the top of the manure pile, and sat down.
He didn't feel like going to sleep, he didn't feel like digging, he was tired of standing still, tired of lying down.
"I'm less than two months old and I'm tired of living," he said. He walked out to the yard again.
"When I'm out here," he said, "there's no place to go but in. When I'm indoors, there's no place to go but out in the yard."
"That's where you're wrong, my friend, my friend," said a voice.
Wilbur looked through the fence and saw the goose standing there. "You don't have to stay in that dirty-little dirty-little dirty-little yard," said the goose, who talked rather fast. "One of the boards is loose. Push on it, push-push-push on it, and come on out!"
"What?" said Wilbur. "Say it slower!"
"At-at-at, at the risk of repeating myself," said the goose, "I suggest that you come on out. It's wonderful out here."
"Did you say a board was loose?"
"That I did, that I did," said the goose.
Wilbur walked up to the fence and saw that the goose was right--one board was loose. He put his head down, shut his eyes, and pushed.
The board gave way. In a minute he had squeezed through the fence and was standing in the long grass outside his yard. The goose chuckled (轻声笑).
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"How does it feel to be free?" she asked.
"I like it," said Wilbur. "That is, I guess I like it." Actually, Wilbur felt queer to be outside his fence, with nothing between him and the big world.
"Where do you think I'd better go?"
"Anywhere you like, anywhere you like," said the goose. "Go down through the orchard (果园), root up the sod (草地)!
Go down through the garden, dig up the radishes (小萝卜)! Root up everything! Eat grass! Look for corn! Look for oats (燕麦)! Run all over! Skip and dance, jump and prance (腾跳)!
Go down through the orchard and stroll (散步) in the woods! The world is a wonderful place when you're young."
