Scratching at the lid of his coffin.
You have to start from scratch.
Lice. Lice, maybe.
He'd be scratching at the lid of his coffin yelling, "Let me out! I'm alive! Let me out!!"
Me: We're putting Harriet Tubman on something that enslaves us all today.
Scream and scratch at the top of his coffin.
Because his life is at stake.
Clawing at the lid of the coffin.
The Dear Reader.
Because Rudolph is the only deer leader at Christmas.