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As the days went by, Wilbur grew and grew.
日子一天天过去，威尔伯越长越大。
He ate three big meals a day.
它一天大吃三顿。
He spent long hours lying on his side,
它舒舒服服地侧身躺上很长时间，
half asleep, dreaming pleasant dreams.
半睡半醒，做着美梦。
He enjoyed good health and he gained a lot of weight.
它身体很棒，胖了许多。
One afternoon, when Fern was sitting on her stool,
一天下午，当弗恩正坐在她的凳子上时，
the oldest sheep walked into the barn,
最老的那只羊走进谷仓，
and stopped to pay a call on Wilbur.
停下来看威尔伯。
"Hello!" she said. "Seems to me you're putting on weight."
“你好，”它说，“我觉得你发福了。”
"Yes, I guess I am," replied Wilbur.
“是的，我想是的，”威尔伯回答说，
"At my age it's a good idea to keep gaining."
“在我这个岁数，不断长胖是件好事。”
"Just the same, I don't envy you," said the old sheep.
“不过我不羡慕你，”那老羊说，
"You know why they're fattening you up, don't you?"
“你知道他们为什么让你长胖吗？”
"No," said Wilbur.
“不知道，”威尔伯说。
"Well, I don't like to spread bad news," said the sheep,
“唉，我不想当小广播，”老羊说，
"but they're fattening you up because they're going to kill you, that's why."
“不过他们让你长胖只为了要杀你，就是这么回事。”
