"Get up!" screamed Wilbur. "Stop acting like a spoiled child!
Templeton grinned and lay still.
"Who made trip after trip to the dump?" he asked. "Why, it was old Templeton!
Who saved Charlotte's life by scaring that Arable boy away with a rotten goose egg?
Bless my soul, I believe it was old Templeton.
Who bit your tail and got you back on your feet this morning after you had fainted in front of the crowd? Old Templeton.
Has it ever occurred to you that I'm sick of running errands and doing favors?
What do you think I am, anyway, a rat-of-all-work?"
Wilbur was desperate. The people were coming. And the rat was failing him.
Suddenly he remembered Templeton's fondness for food.
"Templeton," he said, "I will make you a solemn promise.
Get Charlotte's egg sac for me, and from now on I will let you eat first, when Lurvy slops me.
I will let you have your choice of everything in the trough and I won't touch a thing until you're through."
The rat sat up. "You mean that?" he said.
"I promise. I cross my heart."