God's creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.

When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-runnin', but not to help.

He lives down in a ribcage in the dry leaves of a heart.

He liked the Leedses. He was sorry that he had been to the morgue. He thought the madman who visited them might have liked them too. But the madman would like them better the way they were now.