Oct 27, 2026 · 1 hr 11 min · 9 segments
1. Before Breakfast 2. Wilbur 3. Escape 4. Loneliness 5. Charlotte 6. Summer Days 7. Bad News 8. A Talk at Home 9. Wilbur's Boast
Chapter Two.
Wilbur.
She loved to stroke him, to feed him, to put him to bed.
Every morning, as soon as she got up, she warmed his milk, tied his bib and held a bottle for him.
Every afternoon when the school bus stopped in front of her house, she jumped out and ran to the kitchen to fix another bottle for him.
She fed him again at supper time and again just before going to bed.
Wilbur loved his milk and he was never happier than when he was with Fern and she was warming up a bottle for him.
He would stand and gaze at her with such adoring eyes.
For the first few days of his life, Wilbur was allowed to live in a box near the stove in the kitchen.
And then when Mrs. Arable complained that he was a little bit too piggy, he was moved to a bigger box in the woodshed.
At two weeks of age, he was moved outdoors.
Mr. Arable fixed a small little yard, especially for Wilbur, under the apple tree and gave him a large wooden box full of straw with a doorway cut in so he could walk in and out as he pleased.
No, you watch and see what he does, said her father.
When he'd finished the last drop, he grunted and walked sleepily into the box and Fern peered through the door.
Wilbur was poking the straw with his snout and in a short time he dug a little tunnel in the straw.
He'd crawl into the tunnel and disappear from sight, completely covering himself with straw.
It relieved her mind too, to know that her baby would sleep covered up and he would stay warm.
Every morning after breakfast, Wilbur walked out into the road with Fern and waited with her until her school bus came.
She would wave goodbye to him and he would stand and watch until the bus was vanished around the corner.
Chapter Two.
Wilbur.
She loved to stroke him, to feed him, to put him to bed.
Every morning, as soon as she got up, she warmed his milk, tied his bib and held a bottle for him.
Every afternoon when the school bus stopped in front of her house, she jumped out and ran to the kitchen to fix another bottle for him.
She fed him again at supper time and again just before going to bed.
Wilbur loved his milk and he was never happier than when he was with Fern and she was warming up a bottle for him.
He would stand and gaze at her with such adoring eyes.
For the first few days of his life, Wilbur was allowed to live in a box near the stove in the kitchen.
And then when Mrs. Arable complained that he was a little bit too piggy, he was moved to a bigger box in the woodshed.
At two weeks of age, he was moved outdoors.
Mr. Arable fixed a small little yard, especially for Wilbur, under the apple tree and gave him a large wooden box full of straw with a doorway cut in so he could walk in and out as he pleased.
No, you watch and see what he does, said her father.
When he'd finished the last drop, he grunted and walked sleepily into the box and Fern peered through the door.
Wilbur was poking the straw with his snout and in a short time he dug a little tunnel in the straw.
He'd crawl into the tunnel and disappear from sight, completely covering himself with straw.
It relieved her mind too, to know that her baby would sleep covered up and he would stay warm.
Every morning after breakfast, Wilbur walked out into the road with Fern and waited with her until her school bus came.
She would wave goodbye to him and he would stand and watch until the bus was vanished around the corner.
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