Today on Microdosing our prompt is SCARECROW!
Write a story in 100 words!
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Jason held the flashlight to his face. "They say that on the night of the blood moon. A Scarecrow appears in our fields, and anyone who dares to venture there at night gets lost!"
The kids scattered, running back to their homes.
"Dumb, kids," Jason laughed and began his journey through the dark crops as the crimson moon lit his path, whistling a tune.
The fields whistled the tune back in a crackling voice.
Jason stopped in his tracks. He followed the voice, blood freezing in his veins.
"tHeEey saAAaaY, bLooOOOd mOoN, sCaREcRoW," an otherworldy voice echoed.
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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.
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.”