Charlotte's Web Monologues

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A brave, caring young girl whose bold ideas lead to a new friendship.

FERN: My very own pig. Now I have to name you. A perfect name for a perfect pig. Fred. That’s
a good name … but not for you. Clarence … no, you don’t look like a Clarence … Maximilian.
Because you’re worth a million to me … Maybe I’m trying too hard. Let’s see … Barney, Herman,
Newton, Warren, Willie, Wilbur, William - Wilbur. Willll-bur. Wilbur. What a beautiful name. A
plain-spoken country farmer who seems rough-around-the-edges, but has a kind heart.
HOMER: Dirt, spider Webs. That pig oughta feel right at home in this barn. Patch that fence up
real good Lurvy. We don’t want the pig to get out of the barnyard? I’d better slide this door
back so he can’t get in there where the cows are either. I still can’t believe we’re going to have
a new pig around here. But Fern seemed so desperate to find a home for it, I just couldn't say
no. Anyway, it won’t be long till that pig’s big enough to kill and eat.

An over-the-top, blustering, showperson or ringmaster-type personality.


PRESIDENT: Ladeez and gentlemen, we now present Mr. Homer L. Zuckerman’s distinguished
pig. You can applaud. Many of you recall when the writing first appeared mysteriously on the
spider web in Mr. Zuckerman’s barn, calling the attention of all to the fact that this was some
pig. Then came the word ‘terrific.’ Next, the word ‘radiant’ appeared in the web. And now, this
very morning - word ‘humble.’ Whence came this mysterious writing? Not from the spider.
Needless to say, spiders can’t write. No, ladeez and gentlemen, this miracle has never been fully
explained. We simply know that we are dealing with supernatural forces here, and we should
all feel proud and grateful. Now, on behalf of the governors of the Fair, I take the honor of
awarding a special prize of twenty-five dollars to Mr. Zuckerman. And a handsome bronze
medal, which far outshines any blue ribbon, to this radiant, this terrific, this humble pig. I’ll give
you the money and medal at the real ceremony. Come along now. The crowds are already
gathering at the grandstand. (Straightening his tie.) Do I look okay?

An eloquent storyteller who speaks with fluidity and charm.


NARRATOR: Charlotte summoned all her strength and waved to Wilbur. She went back to her
web and wrapped herself in it. And never moved again. Next day, as the Ferris wheel was being
taken apart and the race horses were being loaded into their vans and the entertainers were
packing up their belongings and driving away in their trailers, Charlotte died. The Fair Grounds
were soon deserted. The sheds and buildings were empty and forlorn. The fields were littered
with bottles and trash. Of the hundreds of people that had visited the Fair, nobody knew that a
gray spider had played the most important part of all.
Scared, but optimistic, Wilbur is taking in his new life at the Zuckerman farm.
WILBUR: The animals seem nice…..I think. But I’m not so sure about Templeton. And I’m a trifle
concerned about the old sheep’s remark (imitating Sheep’s voice) “You know why they want to
make you fat and tender, don’t you?” …. Well, I’m not going to worry about it just now. I’m
much too tired.

Cool-under-pressure and matter-of-fact, Charlotte makes a plan to save Wilbur’s life.


CHARLOTTE: What to do. What to do. I promised to save his life, and I am determined to keep
that promise. But how? Wait a minute. The way to save Wilbur is to play a trick on Zuckerman.
If I can fool a bug, I can surely fool a man. People are not as smart as bugs. Of course. That’s it.
This will not be easy, but it must be done. First, I tear a section out of the web and leave an
open space in the middle. Now, I shall weave new threads to take the place of the ones I
removed. Swing spinnerets Let out the thread The longer it gets The better it’s read The
message is spun I’ve come to the end The job that I’ve done Is all for my friend

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