Fair time is not so awful far away (See Remembering the 1972 County Fair in Keosauqua, IA). Surely you know some little girl you can encourage to read Charlotte’s Web
Wilbur feels the pain of loneliness:
“Certainly not,” said the lamb. “In the first place, I cannot get into your pen, as I am not old enough to jump over the fence. In the second place, I am not interested in pigs. Pigs mean less than nothing to me.”
“What do you mean, less than nothing?” replied Wilbur. “I don’t think there is any such thing as less than nothing? Nothing is absolutely the limit of nothingness. It’s the lowest you can go. It’s the end of the line. How can something be less than nothing? If there were something that was less than nothing, then nothing would not be nothing, it would be something – – even though it’s just a very little bit of something – – But if nothing is nothing, then nothing has nothing that is less than it is.”
“Oh, be quiet!” said the lamb. “Go play by yourself! I don’t play with pigs.”
Yet, Wilbur finds a friend.
Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite too her place in his heart. It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.
A companion of many friends may come to ruin, but there’s a friend that sticks closer than a brother (Prov 18:24).
