“What, you here!” exclaimed Uncle Lucky. All of a sudden poor Turkey Tim began to cry.
“He’s afraid of Thanksgiving,” explained the Scarecrow. “But I’ll hide him here till Spring.”
“Dear, oh, dear!” gasped astonished Uncle Lucky. “I’m glad you’re so kind. Dearest me, I’m flustered! I didn’t know you lived here.”
“To be sure I do now that summer time is over,” answered the Scarecrow. “You don’t think I’d stay out in the cornfield all winter?”
“Yes, what would be the use?” agreed Uncle Lucky. “Besides, you might catch your death of cold.”
“That’s just it,” answered the Scarecrow.
“My clothes are very old and worn
And one of the pockets badly torn.
The wind would blow through a hole in my coat
And give me a terrible frog in my throat.”