Then the oldest sheep spoke up.
"I agree that there should be something new written in the web if Wilbur's life is to be saved.
And if Charlotte needs help in finding words, I think she can get it from our friend Templeton.
The rat visits the dump regulary and has access to old magazines.
He can tear out bits of advertisements and bring them up here to the barn cellar,
that Charlotte can have something to copy."
"Good idea," siad Charlotte.
"But I'm not sure Templeton will be willing to help.
You know how he is- always looking out for himself, never thinking of the other fellow."
"I bet I can get him to help," said the old sheep.
"I'll appeal to his baser instincts, of which he has plenty.
Here he comes now.
Everybody keep quiet while I put the matter up to him!"
The rat entered the barn the way he always did
- creeping along close to the wall.
"What's up?" he asked, seeing the animals assembled.
"We're holding a directors' meeting," replied the old sheep.
"Well, break it up!" sai Templeton. "Meetings bore me."
And the rat began to climb a rope that hung against the wall.
"Look," said the old sheep,
"next time you go to the dump, Templeton, bring back a clipping from a magazine.
Charlotte needs new ideads so she can write messages in her web and save Wilbur's life."
"Let him die," said the rat. "I should worry."
