The grasshopper leaped to the Scarecrow's shoulder and asked him what he was going to do next.
"Conquer," was the reply.

"But I will go alone, this time, for beatings cannot hurt me at all; nor can lance thrusts--or sword cuts--or arrow pricks." "Why is that ?" inquired Trot.
"Because I have no nerves, such as you meat people possess.

Even grasshoppers have nerves, but straw doesn't; so whatever they do--except just one thing--they cannot injure me.

Therefore I expect to conquer King Krewl with ease." "What is that one thing you excepted ?" asked Trot.
"They will never think of it, so never mind.

And now, if you will kindly excuse me for a time, I'll go over to the castle and do my conquering." "You have no weapons," Pon reminded him.
"True," said the Scarecrow.