The yellow grass crackled under my feet. It was the kind that stayed perpetually crunchy, even in the lushest of springs.“Hello,” I said meekly as I came to a stop right in front of it, “I thought you might like a little company.”The hare-crow gave no reply. I found myself relieved that it had not spoken back, as if that were a reasonable thing to fear in the first place.“You looked lonely. And cold. So I came to give you this.”I shrugged the jacket from my shoulders and stood on my tiptoes to affix it to his branchy ones.