Charlotte's Web had never amazed me. In fact I, along with my peers, was a bit skeptical when I first learned that we were reading. I didn't think a childrens book could impress me. Or even move me. But it wasn't until I was crying, morning the death of Charlotte when I got it. And it had been staring me in the face.
This didn't take any great analizing. I was over thinking it, because it was until then that I relized.
Charlotte's a spider. I was crying over a spider. A spider is an Arachnid, they have eight legs, most are poisonous, and all but the daddy long-legs bite.But there I was sad about the fact that Charlotte had died all alone. Maybe that's E.B. Whites talent. The reason his books are known and renowned he can spin a web with his words. You don't doubt for a second that a spider can write with her thread. Or that Wilbur can speak, or even that Fern can hear and understand them.
But it was because I never thought of them as animals, in my mind they were people. And they are people, a person isn't a human necessarily, it could be anything, cat, dog, spider. It doesn't matter. In the great words of Horton, "a persons a person no matter how small."
