The goose had been listening to this conversation and chuckling to herself.
"There are a lot of things Wilbur doesn't konw about life," she thought.
"He's really a very innocent little pig.
He doesn't even know what's going to happen to him around Christmastime;
he has no idea that Mr. Zuckerman and Lurvy are plotting to kill him."
And the goose raised herself a bit and poked her eggs a little further under her so that they would receive the full heat from her warm body and soft feathers.
Charlotte stood quietly over the fly, perparing to eat it.
Wilbur lay down and closed his eyes.
He was tried from his wakeful night and from the excitement of meeting someone for the first time.
A breeze brought him the smell of clover- the sweet-smelling world beyond his fence.
"Well," he though, "I've got a new friend, all right. But what a gamble friendship is!
Charlotte is fierce, brutal, scheming, bloodthirsy- everything I don't like.
Summer days
The early summer days on a farm are the happiest and fairest day of the year.
Lilacs bloom and make the air sweet, and then fade.
Apple blossoms come with the lilacs, and the bees visit around among the apple trees.
The days grow warm and soft.
School ends, and children have time to play and to fish for trouts in the brook.
Avery often brough a trout home in his pocket, warm and stiff and ready to be fried for supper.
Now that school was over, Fern visited the barn almost every day, to sit quietly on her stool.
The animals treated her as an equal. The sheep lay calmy at her feet.
