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5、rn last night.I dont see why he needs an ax, continued Fern, who was only eight.Well, said her mother, “one of the pigs is a runt. Its very small and weak, and it will never amount to anything. So your father has decided to do away with it.Do away with it? shrieked Fern. You mean kill it? Just becau
6、se its smaller than the others?Mrs. Arable put a pitcher of cream on the table. Dont yell, Fern! she said. Your father is right. The pig would probably die anyway.Fern pushed a chair out of the way and ran outdoors. The grass was wet and the earth smelled of springtime. Ferns sneakers were sopping b
7、y the time she caught up with her father.Please dont kill it! she sobbed. Its unfair.Mr. Arable stopped walking.Fern, he said gently, you will have to learn to control yourself.Control myself? yelled Fern. This is a matter of life and death, and you talk about controlling myself. Tears ran down her
8、cheeks and she took hold of the ax and tried to pull it out of her fathers hand.Fern, said Mr. Arable, I know more about raising a litter of pigs than you do. A weakling makes trouble. Now run along!But its unfair, cried Fern. The pig couldnt help being born small, could it? If I had been very small
9、 at birth, would you have killed me?Mr. Arable smiled. Certainly not, he said, looking down at his daughter with love. But this is different. A little girl is one thing, a little runty pig is another.I see no difference, replied Fern, still hanging on to the ax. This is the most terrible case of inj
10、ustice I ever heard of.A queer look came over John Arables face. He seemed almost ready to cry himself.All right, he said.” You go back to the house and I will bring the runt when I come in. Ill let you start it on a bottle, like a baby. Then youll see what trouble a pig can be.When Mr. Arable retur
11、ned to the house half an hour later, he carried a carton under his arm. Fern was upstairs changing her sneakers. The kitchen table was set for breakfast, and the room smelled of coffee, bacon, damp plaster, and wood smoke from the stove.Put it on her chair! said Mrs. Arable. Mr. Arable set the carto
12、n down at Ferns place. Then he walked to the sink and washed his hands and dried them on the roller towel.Fern came slowly down the stairs. Her eyes were red from crying. As she approached her chair, the carton wobbled, and there was a scratching noise. Fern looked at her father. Then she lifted the
13、 lid of the carton. There, inside, looking up at her, was the newborn pig. It was a white one. The morning light shone through its ears, turning them pink.Hes yours, said Mr. Arable. Saved from an untimely death. And may the good Lord forgive me for this foolishness.Fern couldnt take her eyes off th
14、e tiny pig. Oh, she whispered. Oh, look at him! Hes absolutely perfect.She closed the carton carefully. First she kissed her father, then she kissed her mother. Then she opened the lid again, lifted the pig out, and held it against her cheek. At this moment her brother Avery came into the room. Aver
15、y was ten. He was heavily armed-an air rifle in one hand, a wooden dagger in the other.Whats that? he demanded. Whats Fern got?Shes got a guest for breakfast, said Mrs. Arable. Wash your hands and face, Avery!Lets see it! said Avery, setting his gun down. You call that miserable thing a pig? Thats a fine specimen of a pig-its no bigger than a white rat.Wash up and eat your breakfast, Avery! said his mother. The school bus will be along in half an hour.Can I have a pig, too, Pop? asked Avery.No, I only distribute pigs to early
