No much time ago there was a scarecrow lonely over the days, lonely over the nights everyday he greeted the birds but no one ever answered he wondered why the crows avoided him
Why were they always flying away? Why no one wanted to be his friend?
A cold day, a blind crow fell from the sky quickly the scarecrow took care of him. soon the crow was healed and soon they were friends so he asked him, why do you always fly away?
"Scarecrows are creepy they keep us away from eating" "Scarecrows are good friends but everyone seems to fear them"
Why were they...
The blind crow flew away Scarecrow was alone again He decided to change his fate To the house of the human he went "Master i want another job I don't wanna scare anymore"
"You're the voice of evil, living flesh of demons! everyone come to see this abomination of fear set the windmill on fire, where the beast is hiding!"
The blind crow heard of this and gathered his friends they wanted to save him but it was too late
The crows waited til morning when there was no more fire they took the ashes, they flew and let them all over the field
Scarecrow was happy he would never be alone again since that very day crows are wearing black in mourning for their scarecrow friend.