Charlotte's Web

There was nothing special

about Somerset County.

It was a deeply ordinary place.

No astonishing thing

ever happened there.

The people who lived there

were just regular people.

And the animals...

Well, they were just plain old animals.

They didn't question the order of things.

So, the days passed,

one very much like the other.

But, one spring, on a small farm,

a little girl did something,

something that

would change everything.

What are you doing?

Fern, go back to bed.

You're not going to kill it, are you?

It's a runt. Now, go back to bed.

No, it's not fair!

It can't help being born small.

Careful.

If I'd been born small,

would you have killed me?

Of course not.

A little girl is one thing.

A runty pig is another.

There's no difference!

This is unfair and unjust.

How could you be so heartless?

Come here.

I want to show you something.

You see that? You see?

There's 11 pigs and only 10 teats.

Sow can't feed it, honey.

Then I will.

I'll feed you and take care of you and...

...absolutely will not let you kill him.

- Hey! When did Fern get a pig?

- Avery, it's rude to point. Give me that.

Come, sit, eat your breakfast.

The bus will be here any minute.

Good morning.

Hey, Pop, can I have a pig, too?

No. I only give pigs to early risers.

Fern was up before dawn,

ridding the world of injustice.

Fern, put that pig down

and get to school.

Avery.

- See ya.

- Bye, Pop.

Have a good one, buddy.

Says here we're gonna get

a lot of rain this month.

Fern! Your books!

Bye.

Class, these are some of the questions

that you're likely to be asked

in the exam this week.

So, please take particular note

of every one.

You got to be quiet, okay?

You're gonna get me in trouble.

Drink that.

So, it's just a matter of

following these questions

and learning the answers.

Fern, what's going on?

Nothing.

Fern, what's in your desk?

- Nothing.

- Open it.

Thank you, Mrs. Arable.

Fern, you know better.

It's a pig, okay?

It's not a toy, not a doll, not a baby.

A pig.

And you need to start

treating it like one.

This is going too far.

I know she loves animals,

but you have to tell her.

- I know. She's just so happy with it.

- I know.

Doesn't that feel good?

Fern, I'm really sorry, honey,

but it's been long enough.

What?

Look, he's not a baby anymore.

I can't have you keeping what will soon

be a 300-pound pet around the house.

No.

Can't he stay in the barn? Please, Dad?

- No.

- Please?

No. Fern, look.

You know I've been selling the animals

to get the new harvesting equipment.

Pretty soon there's gonna be

no place in the barn for a pig.

I promised I'd take care of him.

Well, I'm letting you

out of your promise.

I didn't promise you. I promised Wilbur.

What about Homer?

He has animals.

Uncle Homer?

I'm sure he could make room for a pig.

Yeah.

He'd be right across the road.

Go to sleep, my little one

The sun has said goodbye for now

The moon shines on your beautiful face

My mom used to sing that to me

to make me feel safe.

Good night,

Wilbur.

Fern had walked across the road to her

uncle's barn hundreds of times before,

but it had never felt so far away.

It was just a big red barn

full of typical stuff.

Come to think of it,

it couldn't have been more ordinary.

But sometimes,

when you take two ordinary things

and put them together

at just the right time,

there's a chance they'll become

two less ordinary things.

That runty pig, for instance,

and that big old smelly barn.

One sniff, and you knew it was a place

full of living things.

But that didn't necessarily mean

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