For the first few days of his life, Wibur was allowed to live in a box near the stove in the kitchen. Then, Mrs. Arable complained, he was moved to a bigger box in the woodshed. At two weeks of age, he was moved outdoors. It was apple-blossom time, and the day were getting warmer. Mr. Arable fixed a small yard specially for Wirbur under an apple tree, and give him a large wooden box full of straw, with a doorway cut in it so he could walk in and out as he pleased.
"Won't he be cold at night?" Asked fern.