Once Wilbur had been removed from his crate and all the people had departed, Templeton dragged himself out of the straw and waddled his way to the trough. It was empty now, but he knew it would be filled again in due course. Wilbur had promised him first dibs, and he would make sure that annoying pig went through with his end of the bargain. He chuckled to himself -- the pig had given up all that food for a measly egg sac. Just what they needed -- more Charlottes running around. Shaking his head, he found his entrance under the trough and started down.
He was halfway when he came to an abrupt stop. He grunted and twisted under the trough's wooden frame, but he simply couldn't budge through. Grumbling, he reversed back again and eyed the structure disdainfully. Had it always been so unbearably tiny?
"Well, well, well," a familiar voice said from the next pen. The Goose sat on her nest, a wry look on her face. “Look who’s enjoyed-oyed-oyed himself. I trust the fair was everything you wanted?”
Forgetting his current dilemma, Templeton beamed dreamily. "“I’ve never felt so stuffed in my entire life. An endless buffet, and I barely made a dent in it. Ohhhh, what a gorge!”
The goose's smile broadened. "Very good," she murmured. "I am... gratified you had a good time. And my my my, how much rounder you are looking!"
Templeton patted his belly with the smuggest of looks. "Oh, my yes!" he said. "I have digested so much of it, it has turned to delightfully warm and cozy fat!"
"So much fat fat fat that you can not enter your home-ome-ome!" she grinned.
His face fell, and he stared at the woefully small hole.
"It all comes from eating too much much much!"
"It all comes from needing to gnaw the doorway bigger," he replied huffily, putting his paws over his stomach protectively. "I suppose I will have work to do."
"Either that, or find a new place to live," the goose pointed out.
Templeton frowned. He didn't want to move too far from the trough. After all, he was to have too much to eat every day from now on! But as he thought on it, perhaps he could pick a spot with its own perks. He could live in the barn away from stormy weather and have lots of nice straw to sleep on. He could live closer to the house and have access to the Zuckermans' garbage as well as the slops. He eyed the goose's pen -- she'd made plenty of space since her goslings hatched and went off on their own. He wondered...
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