Wilbur walked into his yard just at that moment. "What are you thinking about, Charlotte?" he asked.
"I was just thinking, " said the spider, "that people are very gullible."
"What does gullible mean?" Easy to fool, "said Charlotte.
"That's a mercy," replied Wilbur, and he lay down in the shade of his fence and went fast asleep.
The spider, however, stayed wide awake, gazing affectionately at him and making plans for his future.
Summer was half gone. She knew she didn't have much time.
That moring, just as Wilbur fell asleep, Avery wandered into the Zuckerman's front yard, followed by Fern.
Avery carried a live fron in his hand. Fern had a crown of daisies in her hair.
The children ran for the kitchen. "Just in time for a piece of blueberry pie," said Mrs. Zuckerman.
"Look at my fron!" said Avery, placing the fron on the drainboard and holding out his hand for pie.
"Take that thing out of here!" said Mrs. Zuckerman. "He's hot," said Fern. "He's almost dead, that frog."
"He is not," said Avery. "He lets me scratch him between the eyes."
The frog jumped and landed in Mrs. Zuckerman's dishpan full of soapy water.
"You're getting your pie in you," said Fern. "Can I look for eggs in the henhouse, Aunt Edith?"
"Run outdoors, both of you! And don't bother the hens!" "It's getting all over everything," shouted Fern.
"Hisp pie is all over his front." "Come on, frog!" cried Avery. He scooped up his frog
The frog kicked, splashing soapy water onto the buleberry pie. " Another crisis!"