Charlotte's Web excerpt
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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I can see that, replied Wilbur. He gave up a jump in the air, twirled, ran a few steps stop, looked all around, sniffed the smells of the afternoon and then set off walking down through the orchard, pausing in the shade of an apple tree, He put his strong snout into the ground and began pushing diggin and Ruden. He felt very happy. He plowed up quite a piece of ground before anyone noticed him. Mr. Zuckerman was the first to see him. She saw him from the kitchen window, and she immediately shouted for the men, Homer lor v pigs out. He's down there under the apple tree. Now the trouble starts dot Wilbur. Now I'll catch it. The goose heard the racket, and she to started hollering. Run, run downhill! Make for the woods! The woods! She shouted For Wilbur, I will never, never, never catches in the woods. The cocker spaniel heard the commotion, and he ran out from the bar to join the chase. Mr. Zuckerman heard, and he came out the machine shed where he was mending a tool larvae. The hired man heard the noise and came up from the asparagus patch where he's pulling weeds. Everybody walked toward Wilbur, and Wilbur didn't know what to do. The woods seemed a long way off, and anyway, he had never been down there in the woods and wasn't sure what would be luck. Get around Himmler V said Mr Zuckerman, and driving toward the barn and take it easy. Don't rush him. I'll go get a bucket of slops. The news of Wilbur's escape spread rapidly among the animals on the place. Whenever any creature broke loose on Zuckerman's farm, the event was of great interest to the others. The goose shouted to the nearest cow that Wilbur was free, and soon all the cows new. Then one of the cows told one of the sheep. And soon all the sheep new. The horses and their stalls in the barn picked up their ears when they heard the goose hollerin, and soon the horses that caught on to what was happening. Wilbur's house, they said, ever animal, stirred and lifted its head and became excited to know that one of his friends had gotten free and was no longer pinned or tied fast. Wilbur didn't know what to do or which way to run it seemed as though everyone was after him. Is this what it's like to be free? He thought I believe I'd rather be pinned up on my own yard. The cocker spaniel was sneaking up on him from one side larvae. The hired man was sneaking up on him from the other side. Zuckerman stood ready to head him off if he started toward the garden. And now Mr Zuckerman was coming down toward him carrying a pail. This is really awful thought. Wilbur. Why doesn't Fern come? He began to cry. The goose took command, began to give orders. Don't just stand there, Wilbur Dodge, about Dodge about cried the goose. Skip around, Run toward me. Slip in and out, in and out, in and out. Make for the woods. Twist and turn the cocker spaniel spraying on Wilbert hind leg. Wilbur jumped and ran. Larvae reached out and grabbed. Zuckerman screamed at larvae. The goose cheered for Wilbur Wilbur Dodge between love, his legs larvae missed Wilbur and grab the spaniel instead. Nicely done. Nicely Done. Cried the goose. Try again. Try again. Run downhill, suggested the cows. Run toward me, yelled the gander. Ron Uphill cried the sheet. Turn and twist. Honk the goose jump and dance, said the rooster. Look out for larvae called the cows. Look out for Zuckerman! Yelled the gander. Watch out for the dog! Cried the sheet. Listen to me, Listen to me! Screamed the goose. Poor Wilbur was days and frightened by the hullabaloo. He didn't like being the center of all this fuss. He tried to follow the instructions his friends were giving him, but he couldn't run downhill and uphill at the same time. And he couldn't turn and twist when he was jumping and dancing and he was crying so hard he could barely see anything that was happening. After all, Wilder was very young pig, not much more than a baby, really.