It seemed she could see his gaunt side stir—
Stir and squirm, as if under the skin
Were something alive within!
"Go back to the house, quick, dear," she said,
"And fetch me scissors and needle and thread.
I'll open his ugly hairy hide,
And see what is inside."
She snipped with the scissors a criss-cross slit,
And well rewarded she was for it,