I had forgotten to tell you all that I had experienced some minor...or not so minor virus in my computer. As of now, this story is to test to see if my new...WordPad is what I'm using now; as apposed to MicrosoftWord. Let's hope this works.

I used this story for Grammar homework. Hope you like it.

Charlotte's Web Epilogue: Infestation

It was not long after that the three baby spiders that Wilbur raised for his dear friend Charlotte had grown. Like any spiders would, they mated with males and reproduced, slowly dying right after like their mother. After they passed, Wilbur did the same thing he did for Charlotte's eggs; he hid them in the corner where no one could see them. After the spiders hatched, most of them left, only this time Wilbur was more mature with his goodbyes.

However, to his surprise, this time there were nine children that stayed. This seemed pecurliar to him only for a moment, and he went on naming them...

Joy's, the possible oldest of Charlotte's darlings, children were named after emotions and traits: Peace, Hope, and Harmony.

Then there was Aranea, whose children were named with the latter "A": Arnold, Adrian, and Alex. She had only male spiders.

Then there was Nellie, whose children's names were just common everyday names: Beth, Nick, and Ferb after Wilbur's beloved owner.

It was harder to care for the nine children, especially the males. No doubt they were always the cause of trouble, except for Nick, who tended to stay down-to-earth. His motto was "the nearer to common-sense, the better", and his descendants followed the same path.

Years went by, Wilbur was growing old, and Charlotte's descendants were multiplying. Soon, the whole barn was infested, and it was getting harder to hid them. It was also hard for Wilbur to move around without crushing the small spiders, so he stood completely still. Many of the animals were complaining and worrying. Fern's visits had stopped completely, and everyone knew why.

"Wilbur," an old sheep finally said, "There is no way this can continue. Look at this place, our home may I remind you. It's become a rat's nest!"

Templeton, very old but very much alive, grunted at the remark and crossed his arms. The sheep gave him a quick apology and went back to dicussion.

"Now the way I see it," the sheep said, "is that these little pests are going to be the end of all of us. The three children of Charlotte were fine, as well as their offspring. But their offspring's offspring refused to leave! Every single one of them! It's like nothing I've ever seen before. And as common as it is for you, you old puppet, I have a feeling that if you don't get rid of them, we'll all perish. And it'll be all your fault. How do you like that, "some pig"?"

The now skinny Wilbur looked up at the sheep as the children played around and on him. For the first time, there was a glare on his face. It was the kind of look that said "I already tried, go bother someone else." As much as he loved the little spiders, this was all he could stand. So when the exterminator came and killed most of them off (the rest fled to who-knows-where), part of Wilbur was crying for the loss of the children he raised as his own. The other, which only showed on his face, just smiled.

A/N:

Ha, ha, ha. Yeeeeaaahh. This was probably what happened afterwards.

I don't hate Charlotte's Web; it's one of my favorite books. I just wondered if Wilbur could take the heat if they multiplied to the point of spreading through the barn, or crack and not even care what happens to the little pests.

Hope you liked it. My dad did. And it earned me an A+ XD