Fern loved Wilbur more than anything.She loved to stroke him,to feed him and to put him to bed.Every morning,as soon as she got up,she warmed his milk,tied his bib on,and held the bottle for him.Every afternoon,when t...Fern loved Wilbur more than anything.She loved to stroke him,to feed him and to put him to bed.Every morning,as soon as she got up,she warmed his milk,tied his bib on,and held the 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 suppertime,and again just before going to bed.Mrs Arable gave him feeding around noontime each day,when Fern was away in school.Wilbur loved his milk,and he was never happier than when Fern was warming up a bottle for him.He would stand and gaze at her with adoring eyes.展开更多
“Where's Papa going with the ax?”said Fern to her mother as they were set⁃ting the table for breakfast.“Out to the hog house,”replied Mrs Arable.“Some pigs were born last night.”“I dont see why he needs an ...“Where's Papa going with the ax?”said Fern to her mother as they were set⁃ting the table for breakfast.“Out to the hog house,”replied Mrs Arable.“Some pigs were born last night.”“I dont see why he needs an ax,”conti⁃nued Fern,who was only eight.“Well,”said her mother,“one of the pigs is a runt.It's very small and weak,and it will never amount to anything.So your fa⁃ther has decided to do away with it.”“Do away with it?”shrieked Fern.“You mean kill it?Just because it's smaller than the others?”展开更多
文摘Fern loved Wilbur more than anything.She loved to stroke him,to feed him and to put him to bed.Every morning,as soon as she got up,she warmed his milk,tied his bib on,and held the 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 suppertime,and again just before going to bed.Mrs Arable gave him feeding around noontime each day,when Fern was away in school.Wilbur loved his milk,and he was never happier than when Fern was warming up a bottle for him.He would stand and gaze at her with adoring eyes.
文摘“Where's Papa going with the ax?”said Fern to her mother as they were set⁃ting the table for breakfast.“Out to the hog house,”replied Mrs Arable.“Some pigs were born last night.”“I dont see why he needs an ax,”conti⁃nued Fern,who was only eight.“Well,”said her mother,“one of the pigs is a runt.It's very small and weak,and it will never amount to anything.So your fa⁃ther has decided to do away with it.”“Do away with it?”shrieked Fern.“You mean kill it?Just because it's smaller than the others?”
