The Eerie Adventures Of The Lycanthrope Robinson Crusoe - Plot & Excerpts
Thus I did climb over the fence and find a spot beneath a large tree, much like the tree I had first found Poll in many years afore this. Using one of my hatchets and my hands, I made the dead bird a small grave fit for any manor Lord or Lady. Yet when I climb'd back over the wall to retrieve his little body, I discover'd I could not tolerate the thought of touching the dead parrot. A great unease hung across my shoulders, and I bethought myself that this was the beast, still anger'd at the little bird for reasons unknown to me. Then did I realize that this unease was all my own. "This is," I said aloud, "what each of God's creatures feels at the sight of me and the smell of the beast under my skin. Is it little wonder none but my hungry goat can abide me?" And thus did I wonder what had dwelt beneath Poll's skin and hidden itself with his feathers as it spoke to me. At last I pull'd off my great cap and wore it upon my hand like a glove, and even then touching the dead bird gave me a great unease, as if many ants were marching across my bare skin, tho' there were no such things.
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