The first time he woke, he heard Templeton gnawing a hole in the grain bin. Templeton’s teeth scraped loudly against the wood and made quite a racket. “That crazy rat!” thought Wilbur. “Why does he have to stay up all night, grinding his clashers and destroying people’s property? Why can’t he go to sleep, like any decent animal?”the second time Wilbur woke, he heard the goose turning on her nest and chuckling to herself.　　”What time is it?” whispered Wilbur to the goose.Gucci Perfume, Fragrances, Eau de Toilette – Boots

　　”Probably-obably-obably about half-past eleven,” said the goose, “Why aren’t you asleep, Wilbur?”"Too many things on my mind,” said Wilbur.

　　”Well,” said the goose, “that’s not my trouble. I have nothing at all on my mind, but I’ve too many things under my behind. Have you ever tried to sleep while sitting on eight eggs?”"No,” replied Wilbur, “I suppose it is uncomfortable. How long does it take a goose egg to hatch?”"Approximately-oximately thirty days, all told,” answered the goose. “But I cheat a little. On warm afternoons, I just pull a little straw over the eggs and go out for a walk.”Wilbur yawned and went back to sleep. In his dreams he heard again the voice saying, “I’ll be a friend to you. Go to sleep–you’ll see me in the morning.”About half an hour before dawn, Wilbur woke and listened. The barn was still dark. The sheep lay motionless. Even the goose was quiet. Overhead, on the main floor, nothing stirred: the cows were resting, the horses dozed. Templeton had quit work and gone off somewhere on an errand. The only sound was a slight scraping noise from the rooftop, where the weather-vane swung back and forth. Wilbur loved the barn when it was like this–calm and quiet, waiting for light.

　　”Day is almost here,” he thought.

　　Through a small window, a faint gleam appeared.

　　One by one the stars went out. Wilbur could see the goose a few feet away. She sat with head tucked under a wing. Then he could see the sheep and the lambs. The sky lightened.