A creepy, wry ghost story. Willie McPhee has fallen on hard times. Finest bagpiper in all Scotland or not, if folks don't have a farthing to spare for amusement, a man could freeze. Now, wandering near--shoeless in the dark heart of the cold woods, Willie McPhee has fallen on something else-- a tree trunk, he thinks. But a closer look reveals it's a man, a DEAD man, lying in the snow. A--A--A--aaaaaah! A poor man is a practical man, though, and that body is wearing a fine--looking pair of boots. Soon Willie's feet are warm... but who's that tapping on the door?