We quickly took down the old, weather-beaten scarecrow and replaced it with our new one, carefully making sure the arms and legs were firmly attached to the sturdy, wooden support frame.
Next, we stuffed the sleeves and trouser legs of his clothes with straw and drew a nice big smile on his face, along with a moustache and a pair of rosy cheeks.
The hat we’d found in the pub’s lost property box added the perfect finishing touch.
And then we left our very drunk friend there, to spend the rest of his Stag Night propped up in a field… 😎
Sam made the best scarecrows in Sycamore County. They were dotted around everywhere. Everyone said how well constructed they were and how well they did the job of keeping those seed eating birds away.
As good as they were, Sam’s scarecrows weren’t the main claim to fame for Sycamore County. The biggest problem was the number of homeless people that went missing. It was an epidemic, and the police were stumped. They had no suspect and no one cared enough to force the issue.
Sam didn’t care either. He was just happy his scarecrow business was doing so well.
Overly dry hay, now straw, stuffed the very faded overalls that had seen better days. An ancient red-checked plaid flannel shirt seemed perfect for accentuating overalls and straw. A semi-flattened basketball was perched precariously atop the shirt. A facsimile of a face was scrawled on the orangeish ball. On top of the scarecrow's 'punkin' head was a grand grayish black top hat. It gave the old stoic yet scraggly scarecrow a dapper look. An old rusty pitchfork was secured in place with the always reliable bailing wire. The scarecrow's simple construct proved to be a trustworthy and dependable deception device.
Fred was determined it wasn’t going to happen again. A scarecrow to protect his crops. The garden sentinel relentlessly watched. Seeds started breaking through the ground and berries were starting to develop. And the scarecrow guarded. Just when they were ready, Fred was surprised to see bugs had chewed all his beans. Later tomatoes. “Next year I’ll use insecticides too, but the scarecrow is working.” And then the corn, ears filled with worms. Fred was left with no harvest. He heard a murder of crows cawing. Laughing. “Greedy Fred, we kept the bugs away in exchange for a little food.”
PROMPT: SCARECROW
THE SCARECROW
We quickly took down the old, weather-beaten scarecrow and replaced it with our new one, carefully making sure the arms and legs were firmly attached to the sturdy, wooden support frame.
Next, we stuffed the sleeves and trouser legs of his clothes with straw and drew a nice big smile on his face, along with a moustache and a pair of rosy cheeks.
The hat we’d found in the pub’s lost property box added the perfect finishing touch.
And then we left our very drunk friend there, to spend the rest of his Stag Night propped up in a field… 😎
Back to your usual tone I see. Lovely creepy story Miguel. I can't help but remember the horror flick Jeepers Creepers.
Sam made the best scarecrows in Sycamore County. They were dotted around everywhere. Everyone said how well constructed they were and how well they did the job of keeping those seed eating birds away.
As good as they were, Sam’s scarecrows weren’t the main claim to fame for Sycamore County. The biggest problem was the number of homeless people that went missing. It was an epidemic, and the police were stumped. They had no suspect and no one cared enough to force the issue.
Sam didn’t care either. He was just happy his scarecrow business was doing so well.
Overly dry hay, now straw, stuffed the very faded overalls that had seen better days. An ancient red-checked plaid flannel shirt seemed perfect for accentuating overalls and straw. A semi-flattened basketball was perched precariously atop the shirt. A facsimile of a face was scrawled on the orangeish ball. On top of the scarecrow's 'punkin' head was a grand grayish black top hat. It gave the old stoic yet scraggly scarecrow a dapper look. An old rusty pitchfork was secured in place with the always reliable bailing wire. The scarecrow's simple construct proved to be a trustworthy and dependable deception device.
100mg of Scarecrow
Fred was determined it wasn’t going to happen again. A scarecrow to protect his crops. The garden sentinel relentlessly watched. Seeds started breaking through the ground and berries were starting to develop. And the scarecrow guarded. Just when they were ready, Fred was surprised to see bugs had chewed all his beans. Later tomatoes. “Next year I’ll use insecticides too, but the scarecrow is working.” And then the corn, ears filled with worms. Fred was left with no harvest. He heard a murder of crows cawing. Laughing. “Greedy Fred, we kept the bugs away in exchange for a little food.”
Ah, the beauties of the natural food chain. Great one Tania!
Miguel, you creepy sod. This brought be horrific joy.
I just the inspiration behind this story and it’s a proper nightmare fuel in an audio format haha.
Uhoh
uhoh, indeed