Charlotte (the spider)

Most folks don’t notice a little grey spider in the corner of the barn, which is just fine by me. I see everything, even if I’m unseen. When Wilbur came along, all wide-eyed and worried, I spun more than silk — I spun his salvation. A few well-placed words changed his fate, and mine too, I suppose. I don’t do it for fame. I do it because someone has to speak the truth, even in a barn.