There are a series of drafts that blow fiercely through the gaps of the home of creativity. Cooling the efforts of the imaginative fire, so that it no longer grows or glows. The home's strength is tested by its own scarecrow, who should be out with the crops to discourage other birds, that can stop new growth. But the straw-man persists with his unequal arguments. Tampering with emotions inciting the fire to risky proportions. And so the home of creativity burns itself down. Because it's walls are too weak that some straw-stuffed clown can overstep it's boundaries and raze it to the ground.