Some Other Pig
Shhh … I have been cheating on my favorite literary pig, Wilbur — with Babe. As much as I adore the story of Charlotte’s Web, I do find Wilbur — forgive me — a bit annoying.
He is the recipient of Fern’s love and Charlotte’s, and he is the admiration of greater small-town Maine, and he is also prone to fits of despair. But there is another pig of middle-grade novel fame who is worthy of praise, and not mine alone but also the praise of farmers and judges and spectators and a collie named Fly and many, many sheep.
Who is the cause of this celebration? Babe, The Gallant Pig. The one and only sheep-pig.
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