She searched around abit more and found a mother pig nursing piglets. There was a runt and she picked him up. He looked just like Wilbur! Fern ran inside with the runt.

"UNCLE ZUCKERMAN UNCLE ZUCKERMAN!" She cried. "What? What happened!" He yelled.

"Can I please keep the runt from your litter! Oh Please Uncle Zuckerman! He looks just like Wilbur!"

She held him out. thought for a moment. Fern's eyes where full of pleading. She really did want him. She'd take care of him just like she did with Wilbur.

"Oh..Alright, Fern.." He said after thinking. Ferns eyes lit up and she hugged the runt to her chest.

"Thank you so much, Uncle Zuckerman! Thank you thank you thank you!" Fern said. simply smiled.

"Go home, and feed him..I love you sweetheart. I will hopefully hear from you soon." he said. He kissed her forehead and shooed her out the door. Fern started to run.

"Fern! Where are you going?" Henry yelled to Fern as she ran away.

"Home! Im sorry! I gotta take care of Wilbur!" She ran all the way home. Henry just walked home to his house and let Fern be. Fern ran inside with the runt.

"Mama! Uncle Zuckerman let me have his runt!" Fern said as she showed her mother the new Wilbur. Fern ran out to the barn to show her father. Her mother hadn't enough time to even say one word.

"Daddy! Look! Uncle Zuckerman gave me his runt!" She held the runt up to her father.

"So he did...What about Wilbur?" Her father asked. Fern whimpered and looked down.

"H-He died this m-morning.." She said. Her eyes began to water. Her father hugged her.

"Im okay.." She told her father. He nodded.

"Good. We might still have that bottle in the kitchen in one of the cabinets so you can feed him." her father said. Fern nodded and ran into the house in search of the baby bottle. She found it in the cabinet to the left. She warmed some milk, and fitted the nipple on top. Fern held the piglet in her arms like she did when she fed Wilbur. How her eyes sparkled. Once he learned to suck, he enthusiasticly sucked down the milk. Then, Fern held him over her shoulder and gently patted his back. He was just like Wilbur. He was Wilbur the Second. When Wilbur had finished drinking his milk, Fern put the empty bottle into the sink and went to her room.

"Now, you just sit on my bed while I go find my old baby doll bed. Okay..?" Fern said slowley.

Wilbur seemed to nod. She sat him on her bed and she got into her closet and pulled the baby bed out. She sat it up beside her bed, folded up an old blanket and put it into the bed. Fern then sat Wilbur down in it. He lay down on the soft fabric. His eyes closed and Fern climbed into bed. She turned off her bedside lamp and fell asleep, thinking about her new baby Wilbur.