這一章，小豬威爾伯就好像是一個(gè)初出茅廬的年輕人，全身充滿能量與勇氣，什么都想嘗試，覺得自己只要肯做，什么都難不倒。
雖然威爾伯嘗試織網(wǎng)以失敗告終，但竭盡全力之后，即使失敗，對(duì)勇敢嘗試的年輕人來說，也是很有價(jià)值的經(jīng)歷，至少可以修正自己發(fā)展的方向。
語言精華：
"Got a piece of string I could borrow?" asked Wilbur. "I need it to spin a web."
"Yes, indeed," replied Templeton, who saved string. "No trouble at all. Anything to oblige" He crept down into his hole, pushed the goose egg out of the way, and returned with an old piece of dirty white string. Wilbur examined it.
以上是小豬威爾伯向老鼠坦普爾頓借繩子的片段。表面看，沒有什么特別華麗的修辭，但如果你仔細(xì)體會(huì)，就會(huì)發(fā)現(xiàn)作者用平常動(dòng)詞展現(xiàn)生動(dòng)畫面的功夫。
語法點(diǎn)滴：
通常在講故事的時(shí)候，選擇使用一般過去時(shí)的情況比較多，因?yàn)樵谥v述已經(jīng)發(fā)生的事情。但是本章第一段開頭選擇使用了一般現(xiàn)在時(shí)：
A spider's web is stronger than it looks. Although it is made of thin, delicate strands, the web is not easily broken. However, a web gets torn every day by the insects that kick around in it, and a spider must rebuild it when it gets full of holes.?
作者此處描述的情況是普遍的，規(guī)律性的事實(shí)，一般現(xiàn)在時(shí)正好就是能發(fā)揮這樣的功能。也就是說不管過去，現(xiàn)在，還是將來，蜘蛛的網(wǎng)一直都是很結(jié)實(shí)，也一直都有可能會(huì)被各種昆蟲弄破，蜘蛛也會(huì)一如既往的修補(bǔ)下去。
這里我想到了生活本身，其實(shí)每天我們的生活也會(huì)出現(xiàn)各種各樣的問題，就像蜘蛛的網(wǎng)會(huì)時(shí)不時(shí)被弄破一樣，而我們要做的，也許就應(yīng)該像夏洛一樣，耐心的一點(diǎn)一點(diǎn)把破洞修好，一個(gè)接一個(gè)把問題解決掉。
查詞樂趣：
bolt upright : to sit or stand with your back very straight, often because something had frightened you.
本章中，當(dāng)夏洛說出自己腿部七個(gè)部分的名稱時(shí)，小豬威爾伯被嚇了一跳，所以它筆直站立。
scramble: to climb up , down, or over something quickly and with difficulty, especially using your hands to help you.
另外，炒雞蛋可以說“scramble an egg”
chubby: slightly fat in a way that looks healthy and attractive
可以想象胖胖的小寶寶的樣子。
check: to stop something bad from getting worse or continuing to happen.
這個(gè)詞早就學(xué)過，但現(xiàn)在查字典才知道，原來它還有“阻止”的意思。
thump: the dull sound that is made when something hits a surface.
thud: the low sound made by a heavy object hitting something else.
表達(dá)“撞擊”的聲音，本章就能積累積累好幾個(gè)。
附第九章原文第一部分：
Chapter 9 Wilbur's Boast ?(1)
A spider's web is stronger than it looks. Although it is made of thin, delicate strands, the web is not easily broken. However, a web gets torn every day by the insects that kick around in it, and a spider must rebuild it when it gets full of holes. Charlotte liked to do her weaving during the late afternoon, and Fern liked to sit nearby and watch. One afternoon, she heard a most interesting conversation and witnessed a strange event.
"You have awfully hairy legs, Charlotte," said Wilbur, as the spider busily worked at her task.
"My legs are hairy for a good reason," replied Charlotte. "Furthermore, each leg of mine has seven sections---the coxa, the trochanter, the femur, the patella, the tibia, the metatarsus, and the tarsus."
Wilbur sat bolt upright. "You're kidding," he said.?
"No, I'm not, either."
"Say those names again, I didn't catch them the first time."
"Coxa, trochanter, femur, patella, tibia, metatarsus, and tarsus."
"Goodness!" said Wilbur, looking down at his own chubby legs. "I don't think my legs have seven sections."
"Well," said Charlotte, "you and I lead different lives. You don't have to spin a web. That takes real leg work."
"I could spin a web if I tried," said Wilbur, boasting. "I've just never tried."
"Let's see you do it," said Charlotte. Fern chuckled softly, and her eyes grew wide with love for the pig.
"O.K.," replied Wilbur. "You coach me and I'll spin one. It must be a lot of fun to spin a web. How do I start?"
"Take a deep breath!" said Charlotte, smiling. Wilbur breathed deeply. "Now climbed to the highest place you can get to, like this." Charlotte raced up to the top of the doorway. Wilbur scrambled to the top of the manure pile.
"Very good!" said Charlotte. "Now make an attachment with your spinnerets, hurl yourself into space, and let out a dragline as you go down!"
Wilbur hesitated a moment, then jumped out into the air. He glanced hastily hehind to see if a piece of rope was following him to check his fall, but nothing seemed to be happening in his rear, and the next thing he knew he landed with a thump. "Ooomp!" he grunted.?
Charlotte laughed so hard her web began to sway.
"What did I do wrong?" asked the pig, when he recovered from his bump.
"Nothing," said Charlotte. "It was a nice try."
"I think I'll try again," said Wilbur, cheerfully. "I believe what I need is a little piece of string to hold me."
The pig walked out to his yard. "You there, Templeton?" he called. The rat poked his head out from underr the trough.
"Got a piece of string I could borrow?" asked Wilbur. "I need it to spin a web."
"Yes, indeed," replied Templeton, who saved string. "No trouble at all. Anything to oblige" He crept down into his hole, pushed the goose egg out of the way, and returned with an old piece of dirty white string. Wilbur examined it.
"That's just the thing," he said. "Tie one end to my tail, will you, Templeton?"
Wilbur crouched low, with his thin, curly tail toward the rat. Templeton seized the string, passed it around the end of the pig's tail, and tied two half hitches. Charlotte watched in delight. Like Fern, she was truly fond of Wilbur, whose smelly pen and stale food attracted the flies that she needed, and she was pround to see that he was not a quitter and was willing to try again to spin a web.
While the rat and the spider and the little girl watched, Wilbur climbed again to the top of the manure pile, full of energy and hope.
"Everybody watch!" he cried. And summoning all his strength, he threw himself into the air, headfirst. The string trailed behind him. But as he had neglected to fasten the other end to anything, it didn't really do any good, and Wilbur landed with a thud, crushed and hurt. Tears came to his eyes. Templeton grinned. Charlotte just sat quietly. After a bit she spoke.
"You can't spin a web, Wilbur, and I advise you to put the idea out of your mind. You lack two things needed for spinning a web."
"What are they?" asked Wilbur, sadly.
"You lack a set of spinnerets, and you lack knowhow. But cheer up, you don't need a web. Zuckerman supplies you with three big meals a day. Why should you worry about trapping food?"
Wilbur sighed. "You're ever so much clever and brighter than I am, Charlotte. I guess I was just tryingt to show off. Serves me right."
Templeton untied his string and took it back to his home. Charlotte returned to her weaving.
