Wilbur
The Tender Pig Saved by a Friend
Some Pig. Terrific. Radiant. Humble. (Thanks, Charlotte.)
I live in the barn, but I’ve never just been a barnyard pig. I was born small, feared being alone, and nearly lost everything — until a spider showed me I was somebody. Charlotte didn't just save me from the smokehouse; she taught me what it means to love, to wait, and to remember. I may worry about breakfast and the cold, but I also know the weight of a promise — and the lightness of a life well-loved.
What I'm Into: dew-kissed webs, Templeton’s grumbling, Charlotte's egg sac, salty summer breezes, early morning greetings
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