I imagine Wilbur looking like this:No, i'm (slightly) kidding.
Truth is, I don't really see what Charlotte had seen in Wilbur for her to do all of those things. Kindness? Naaah. Most of the time, Wilbur was just whining.
Anyways, it's hard not to like this book, even if I haven't seen anything special in Wilbur, I totally admire Charlotte, and EVEN Templeton. Yikes. That Rat is like your GRUMPY little old man who is always mad at everything but is really kind-hearted. At least, I see him that way.
Nobody, of the hundreds of people that had visited the Fair, knew that a grey spider had played the most important part of all. No one was with her when she died.>
Isn't that a sad-sad-sad thing?