And that night Charlotte worked. And she worked and worked and worked. She had to tell the farm exactly what this pig was planning, and what he was capable of.
And she created in her web a beautiful warning. The lettering was pristine. And she knew this message would ring true to the ears of the young girl, Fern.
And the message went out.
"Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa facist?" Questioned the goose. But Charlotte paid no attention to the stuttering water fowl.