the crow caws at you hideously
They both look at you, and your skin says, in a hollow voice, to the
"Scare-Crow", "Now, ain't it a shame, without me that
body of flesh and bones can't even withstand the barest of breezes.
Now, ain't that a laugh?"
To you, your skin says, "Now, what are you going to
do?"
The noise of the great bird scares you out of your skin. Now you
sudden a draft blowing thru you, and indeed it is going right thru you
because you're skinless. You hear laughter coming your way. It is from
your own skin, which is commiserating with the "Scare-Crow".
