What are you doing?
Now , Fern,  Go back to bed
You're not going to kill it, are you?
It's just a runt.  Now, go back to bed.
No, it's not fair.  It can't help being born small.
Careful!
If I'd been born small , would you kill me?
Of course not.
A little girl is one thing.  A runty pig is another
It's no different!
It's unfair and unjust.
How can you be so heartless?
Come here.  I want to show you something.  You see that?  You see?   Eleven pigs and only ten teats.
The sow can't feed it , honey.
Then I will
(to Wilbur)  I'll feed you . . .and take care of you. . .
(to her father) I absolutely will not let you kill him.
