"First," said Charlotte, "I dive at him." She plunged headfirst toward the fly. As she dropped, a tiny silken thread unwound from her rear end. "Next, I wrap him up." She grabbed the fly, threw a few jets of silk around it, and rolled it over and over, wrapping it so that it couldn't move. Wilber watched in horror He could hardly believe what he was seeing, and although he detested flies, he was sorry for this one.
"There!" said Charlotte, "Now I knock him out, so he'll be more comfortable." She bit the fly. "He can't feel a thing now," she remarked. "He'll make a perfect breakfast for me."
"You mean you eat flies?" gasped Wilber.
"Certainly... I have to live, don't I?"
Charlotte's Web
by E.B. White
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