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Pig by Public Domain
"Salutations!"
"Who said
that?" Wilbur the pig asked. "Do you want to be my friend?"
"Of
course I do, Wilbur."
"Then where are you?" he asked the
voice again.
"I'm up here, Wilbur, in the rafters at the
back of your stall."
"You're that little spider?"
"That's offensive, Wilbur, we prefer to be called Arachnid-Americans."
"I'm sorry, I don't get out of my stall much so I not really up on these things."
"I understand that, Wilbur. Little pigs such as yourself don't get to see much of the world. But we Arachnid-Americans, we have seen much and we're your friends and we want to help you."
"What's your name?" Wilbur asked. "What kind of spi" I mean arachnid are
you?"
"My name is Charlotte. I'm a Ground Or Prairie arachnid."
"If you don't mind my asking, Charlotte, if you're a Ground Or Prairie arachnid, why are you up in the rafters?"
"Because Wilbur, we GOP arachnids are social climbers; that is part of our philosophy of life, to rise as far as possible and to help others climb, too!"
"You want me to live in the rafters and spin a web, Charlotte?"
"No, Wilbur, not like me. You can rise as far as a pig can rise and that will always be far below where I will rise to, but it is still better than laying in the mud and the muck all day."
