Somewhere, a snowy, wind-swept plain

Crow: "Is it dead?"
Squirrel: "I dunno, it ain't movin! Whaddya think?"
Crow: "Maybe... They're pretty tricky. Poke it, why doncha"
Squirrel: "I ain't touchin it, it smells terrible! You poke it!"
Crow: (Hops around to the other side of the body) "Uh-uh. They're pretty tricky, might just be playing dead. Why don't you throw your acorn at it?"
Squirrel: "And waste a perfectly good acorn? No way!"
(The hand twitches)
Squirrel: "Aieeeee! I'm out of here, it's alive!"
Crow: "Nah, that's just a reflex. Go ahead, poke it!"
Squirrel: (over his shoulder as he scampers off in search of a tree) "No chance. See ya!"
(The hand twitches again) Crow flies up to the fence post. "Guess I'll wait around and see what happens"

(To be continued...)