"Who said that?" Wilbur the pig asked. "Do you want to be my friend?"
"Of course I do, Wilbur."
"I'm up here, Wilbur, in the rafters at the back of your stall."
"You're that little spider?"
"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
"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."