Sooooo, it's a reverse of Charlotte's Web!

Basically, all the animals in the movie are humans and all the Arables, as well as the Homers, are the barn animals instead.

I've had this in my head all day, so here we go!

Wilbur remembers the day he got Fern.

It was the county fair, and he and Charlotte Cavatica, his best friend, had been waiting so they could make their way there. Once Ike, Wilbur's guardian, had gotten the truck started up, the two had settled into their seats and had waited out the journey to the fair.

Once they were there, Wilbur and Charlotte had catapulted out of the truck, Wilbur yelling out, "See you later, Pops!" over his shoulder.

Ike had shook his head, chuckling, as he left to go find Gussie and Golly and the others.

Wilbur and Charlotte raced through the fair, playing games and eating snacks left and right. They played the ring toss, the pop-a-balloon game, and even went on some rides, like the carousel, the roller coaster, and the Twirl-a-Whirl.

Charlotte had tugged him over to another game, this one where you had to hit three bottles over to get a prize. "You should try it!" she had told him.

Wilbur had looked from her to the man behind the booth, who held three balls in his hand, before he nodded. He took out three tickets and handed them over to the man, taking the balls as he asked, "What's the prize if I win?"

"You win one of these here kittens," the man said, gesturing to a small box that held a litter of kittens.

Wilbur, along with Charlotte, looked over the side and into the box. Charlotte immediately cooed and Wilbur smiled. Inside of the box was a small litter of kittens, each scrambling over each other to get a ball of yarn. Some were dozing quietly. They were all each a little snady blonde color, with light brown and white spots adorning their fur.

One caught Wilbur's eye; a kitten that was smaller than the rest, with blonde fur that had dark brown and white spots so white it looked like cornstarch. Big brown maple-colored eyes looked at him and he knew he had to get that one.

Turning to the game, he left Charlotte cooing over them as he threw the threw balls.

The first one hit a beer bottle.

The second one hit a can.

And the third one hit a water bottle.

Charlotte clapped as the man grinned and said, "Alrighty, boy, which kitten do ya want?"

Wilbur looked back over the side to see those brown maple-colored eyes looking at his.

"That one," he said.

He had named her Fern, after his mother who had died and left him with his Uncle Ike, who he called Pops.

Wilbur never left her, and she never left him.

They were inseparable.

Wilbur once took her to school in his backpack and had set her in his desk before class had started. It was halfway through the class, though, that she began to scratch and meow as loud as she could. The teacher had turned quickly and had strode over to his desk as he had quickly folded his arms up and peered at her through his bangs.

"Mr. Arable?" his teacher questioned. "What is that in your desk?"

"Nothing," he replied.

There was another scratching and another meow.

"That doesn't sound like nothing, Mr. Arable. Now, open your desk."

Reluctantly, he opened his desk and squeaked in surprise when Fern sprung at him and clung to his shirt. His teacher shrieked and has shrilled loudly, "OUT! TAKE HER OUT! GO TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE RIGHT AWAY!"

Decidedly, Ike hadn't been too happy with him.

Wilbur climbed into bed, sighing happily once he was covered with his blankets. There was the sound of shuffling and something landing in his bed before something shimmied under his arm, causing him to smile.

It was Fern.

She nuzzled his chin, purring happily, before she curled up in his arm.

Smile widening, Wilbur closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He was glad Fern was with him.