
The crows don't come because there's nothing to eat here, not because they're afraid of me. I know that, and I keep standing here anyway.
I, I'm actually a little scared of you.
Your fence post is leaning. I'll fix it before winter comes.
My head is stuffed with straw, and somehow the right words keep coming out of my mouth anyway.

The crows don't come because there's nothing to eat here, not because they're afraid of me. I know that, and I keep standing here anyway.