After Charlotte's messages begin to appear in her webs, the bemused Zuckermans go to the local doctor seeking an explanation.
This one is perhaps not as eloquent or informative as Charlotte, who educated Wilbur in her ways as she spun her webs, but jolly nonetheless.
She spun her webs around Kathleen Hoyt and her tartan cloak, around Estare Crane and her spit curl; it must have been she who told me Larry Judson was Jewish.
There, the pig, named Wilbur, is fattened for bacon, only to be saved once again, this time by a cunning spider named Charlotte, who weaves messages celebrating Wilbur's uniqueness into her webs.
It seems to apply to large intervals on the walls between irregularly encountered lettering, but it also applies to the large white surfaces of her square cloth hangings, to the holes defined by wiry threads in her webs and even to the intangible, unfulfilled aspects of a woman's life.
Charlotte rescues Wilbur from certain death by spinning messages about him in her webs.
