So Whitey came to the stack early, to be ahead of any weasels or ferrets, who had an uncommon fondness for eggs.

This morning as he moved around the stack he didn't find any eggs, but he saw something black and pointed sticking out of the straw.

Whitey took hold of the object and pulled, and the thing lengthened out in his hands.
And right there a sort of shivery feeling attacked Whitey's spine and moved up until it reached his hair, which straightway began to stand on end, for the object was a boot and in it was a man's leg.

The boot came, followed by the leg, followed by a man.

From what might be called the twin straw beds, another man emerged.