Telephones III

WT:    Here, take this voice box I found inside the throat of a dead sheep            and blow into it. If you blow just right, it tells you secrets. It told me what            the moon is made of, where the sun goes, about the kingdom on the other            side of the hill on the horizon, where the best and worst grass is, how to            blend in, about the Farmer and his mistress, where they go and what they            do when they get there.

BT:    [BT takes a shallow breath and blows]. I am dying, so cold without wool,           and afraid.