Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Charlotte's Web. They belong to Masashi Kishimoto and E.B. White, respectively.

A/N: Heya folks! N & B here. I'm taking yet another break from my usual fics and decided to put up a parody of the famous children's classic, Charlotte's Web. Just so you know, this is a word-for-word parody- that means; almost everything here is from the book. The only difference is that the characters' names have been switched to those of the characters from Naruto. Just to warn you, the characters in this fic will be rather OOC. Now on with the show!

Kurenai's Web

Before Breakfast

"Where's Father going with that ax?" Hinata asked her mother as they were setting the table for breakfast.

"Out to the pigpen," replied Mrs. Hyuuga. "Some pigs were born last night."

"I don't see why he needs an ax," remarked Hinata, who was only eight.

"Well," said her mother. "One of the pigs is a runt. It's very small and weak, and it will never amount to anything. So your father has decided to do away with it."

"Do away with it?" gasped Hinata. "You mean kill it? Just because it's smaller than the others?"

"Don't yell, Hinata!" said Mrs. Hyuuga, putting a pot of tea on the table. "Your father is right. The pig would probably die anyway."

Hinata pushed a chair out of the way and ran outdoors. The grass was wet and the earth smelled of springtime. Hinata's sneakers were sopping wet by the time she caught up with her father.

"Please don't kill it," she sobbed. "It's unfair."

Mr. Hyuuga stopped walking.

"Hinata," he said gently. "You will have to learn to control yourself."

"Control myself?" Hinata yelled. "This is a matter of life and death, and you talk about controlling myself!" Tears ran down her cheeks as she took hold of the ax and tried to pull it out of her father's hand.

"Hinata," said Mr. Hyuuga. "I know more about raising a litter of pigs than you do. A weakling makes trouble. Now run along!"

"But it's unfair," cried Hinata. "That pig could help being born small, could it? If I had been very small at birth, would you have killed me?"

Mr. Hyuuga smiled. "Certainly not," he said, looking down at his daughter with love. "But this is different. A little girl is one thing; a little runty pig is another."

"I see no difference," Hinata persisted, still hanging onto the ax. "This is the most terrible case of injustice I have ever heard of."

A queer look came over Hiashi Hyuuga's face. He seemed almost ready to cry himself.

"All right," he said. "You go back to the house and I'll bring the runt when I come in. I'll let you start it on a bottle like a baby. Then you'll see what trouble a pig can be."

When Mr. Hyuuga returned to the house half an hour later, he carried a carton under his arm. Hinata was upstairs changing her sneakers. The kitchen table was set for breakfast, and the room smelled of tea, porridge, damp plaster, and wood smoke from the stove.

"Put it on her chair," said Mrs. Hyuuga. Mr. Hyuuga set the carton down at Hinata's place. He then walked to the sink, washed his hands, and dried them on the roller towel.

Hinata slowly descended from the stairs. Her eyes were red from crying. As she approached her chair, the carton wobbled, and there was a scratching noise. Hinata looked at her father questioningly. She then opened the cardboard box. There inside, looking up at her was the newborn pig. It was a white one with two dark markings around its eyes and a tuft of red hair on its tail. The morning light shone through its ears, turning them pink.

"He's yours," said Mr. Hyuuga. "Saved from an untimely death. And may the good Lord forgive me for this foolishness."

Hinata couldn't take her eyes off the tiny pig. "Oh," she whispered. "Oh, look at him! He's absolutely perfect."

She closed the carton carefully. First, she kissed her father, and then she kissed her mother. She opened the lid again, lifted the pig out, and held it against her cheek. At this moment her brother Neji came into the room. Neji was nine. He was heavily armed- an air rifle in one hand, and a wooden dagger in the other.

"What's that?" he demanded. "What's Hinata got?"

"She's got a guest for breakfast," said Mrs. Hyuuga. "Wash your hands and face, Neji!"

"Let's see it!" exclaimed Neji, setting his gun down and peering over at the pig. "You call that miserable thing a pig? That's a fine specimen of a pig- It's no bigger than a white rat."

Mrs. Hyuuga sighed exasperatedly. "Wash up and eat your breakfast, Neji! The school bus will be along in half an hour!"

"Hey Dad, can I have a pig too?" Neji asked eagerly.

"No, I only distribute pigs to early risers," said Mr. Hyuuga. "Hinata was up at daylight, trying to rid the world of injustice. As a result, she now has a pig. A small one to be sure, but nevertheless a pig. It just goes to show what can happen if a person gets out of bed promptly. Let's eat!"

But Hinata couldn't eat until her pig had had a drink of milk. Mrs. Hyuuga found a baby's nursing bottle. She poured warm milk into the bottle, screwed the cap in place and handed it to Hinata. "Here's his breakfast!" she said cheerily.

A minute later, Hinata was seated on the floor in the corner of the kitchen with her infant between her knees, teaching it to suck from the bottle. The pig, although tiny, had a good appetite and caught on quickly.

Suddenly, the school bus honked from the road.

"Run!" commanded Mrs. Hyuuga, taking the pig from Hinata, and slipped a rice ball into her daughter's hand. Neji grabbed his book bag and another rice ball.

The children ran out to the road and climbed into the bus. Hinata took no notice of the others in the bus. She just sat and stared out the window, thinking what a blissful world it was and how lucky she was to have the entire charge of a pig. By the time the bus had reached the school, Hinata had named her pet, selecting the most beautiful name she could think of.

"Its name is Gaara," she whispered to herself.

She was still thinking about the pig when Mr. Umino, the teacher said, "Hinata, what is the capital of the Land of Spring?"

"Gaara," Hinata dreamily replied. The pupils giggled. Hinata blushed.

A/N: Well, this is my fist parody in a while. And yes, here in this story, Neji is Hinata's brother, and there is no existence of Hanabi or Hizashi. Before you go ranting off about not following the character relationships of Naruto, I'd like to remind you that this is a parody, written for fun. And if you have read the original story, I'm not plagiarizing either. I actually own a copy of Charlotte's Web and thought it would be fun to make an accurate retelling of the story using Naruto characters.

Happy reading!

N & B