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: When I heard Zuckerman's famous pig was here, I came looking for you. Fern Arable
: Well, I'm *not* Zuckerman's famous pig!
: [Six weeks later
] Wilbur was what the farmers call a "spring pig", which means he was born in springtime. By the time he was six weeks old, he'd grown so, you'd never have known he started life as a runt. Wilbur had gotten so big, in fact, that John Arable decided that it was time he stopped being a pet, and start being a pig. Arable
: [At the Arable house
] He's got to go, Fern. Fern Arable
: Papa, no! Arable
: You've had your fun raising a baby pig, but Wilbur's got to be sold. He's not a baby anymore and his brothers and sisters are already sold. Fern Arable
: [Fern starts crying and runs outside
] Oh Papa!
: [John Arable lifts runt from the newborn litter of piglets
] Papa! Papa, stop! Don't kill it! It's unfair. Arable
: Fern! You will have learn to control yourself! Fern Arable
] Control myself? This is a matter of life and death, and you talk about controlling myself? Arable
: Now Fern, I know a lot more about raising pigs than you do. A weakling makes trouble, now run along. Fern Arable
: But it's unfair! If I had been very small, would you have killed me? Arable
: No, certainly not! A little girl is one thing, a... runty pig is another. Fern Arable
] I don't see any difference! This is the most terrible case of injustice that I ever heard of! Arable
: Oh? Now I've got a good mind to let you raise this pig, then you'll see what trouble a pig can be. Fern Arable
: Oh Papa, would you - please? Arable
: [Hands the runt to Fern, then she kisses it
] All right. He's yours, saved from an untimely death. Fern Arable
: Oh, look at him; he's absolutely perfect! His name is... Wilbur.
[kisses him again
: A pig doesn't grow fat on kisses and hugs, Fern. Now take him inside and feed him.
: [we hear a rooster crow and a cow moo
: This old world is filled with wonders, but to me there is no place more wonderful than a farm in springtime, when the sun is just lifting from the sky line. The air is so sweet and everywhere you look, little miracles are happening. Buds swell into blossoms, eggs hatch, young are born.
[shows duck and ducklings swimming in puddle
: Everything's off to a fresh start, and life is good and busy and brand new.
[hen and chicks pass by
: Around the barnyard, big families are a blessing. The more the merrier.
[litter of ten piglets are suckling from a sow, A tiny white runt appears
: Root and grunt, push and shove, room for everyone. Well, everybody except - the runt.
[runt squealing, Arable picks up his axe
: John Arable had been up since daybreak. He'd seen the size of the pig, but he wasn't looking forward to what had to be done. Fern Arable
: [carrying a bowl of eggs
] Fern Arable
: Good morning, Papa! Arable
: [looks at Fern
] Morning, Fern!
: Oh Wilbur!
: The next day was the saddest one Fern and Wilbur had ever known, for the young pig was taken from his home under the apple tree, and sold down the road to Fern's uncle, Homer Zuckerman.
] Fern Arable
] Goodbye, Wilbur... goodbye Wilbur... goodbye...
: [Enters kitchen and puts eggs on the kitchen counter
] Here are the eggs, Mama. Mrs. Arable
: [Flipping pancakes
] Thank you, Fern. Fern Arable
: What's Papa doing with that axe? Mrs. Arable
: [Poors more batter on pancake griddle
] Some pigs were born last night. Fern Arable
: What does he need an axe for? Mrs. Arable
: One of the pigs was a runt, so your father has to do away with it. Fern Arable
: Do away with it? You, you mean, kill it? Mrs. Arable
: Well, yes. Fern Arable
] Just because it's smaller than the others? Mrs. Arable
: Don't yell, Fern. The pig'll probably die, anyway.
: [Templeton's rotten egg has been squashed under Wilbur's trough, and Fern thinks her brother has passed gas
] Ooh! What did you DO, Avery? Avery Arable
: [running away
] Good night! What a STINK! Templeton
: Lucky for you I saved that egg, Charlotte. Charlotte
] Er, yes... and I'm grateful to you, Templeton...
: [Mr. Arable looks at pigs, finds a runt, a picks up ax
: What are you doing? Mr. Arable
: Nothing, now go back to bed. Fern
: You're not going to kill it, are you? Mr. Arable
: It's a runt.