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Twelve o'clock - lunchtime.
Middings, warm water, apple parings, meat gravy, carrot scrapings, meat scraps, stale hominy, and the wrapper off a package of cheese.
Lunch would be over at one.
From one to two, Wilbur planned to sleep.
From two to three, he planned to scratch itchy places by rubbing against the fence.
From three to four, he planned to stand prefectly still and think of what it was like to be alive, and to wait for Fern.
At four would come supper.
Skim milk, provender, leftover sandwich from Lurvy's lunchbox, prune skins, a morsel of this, a bit of that, fried potatoes, marmalade drippings, a little more of this, a little more of that, a piece of baked apple, a scrap of upsidedown cake.
Wilbur had gone to sleep thinking about these plans.
He awoke at six, and saw the rain, and it seemed as though he couldn't bear it.
"I get everything all beautifully planned out and it has to go and rain," he said.
For a while he stood gloomily indoors.
Then he walekd to the door and looked out.
Drops of rain strucj his face. His yard was cold and wet.
His trough had an inch of rainwater in it. Templeton was nowwhere to be seen.
"Are you out there, Templeton?" called Wilbur. There was no answer.
Suddenly Wilbur felt lonely and friendless.
"One day just like another," he groaned.
"I'm very young, I have no real friend here in the bran, it's going to rain all morning and all afternoon, and Fern won't come in such bad weather. Oh, honestly!"
And Wilbur was crying again, for the second time in two days.