053: Farm
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Once upon a time, there had been an abandoned scarecrow.
He was very old, whose clothes were threadbare, support bent, and straw rotten. Crows sat on his head, crackling and fighting.
One morning, someone finally noticed him. She chased the birds away and took the scarecrow home. She sewed new clothes, cut the wood for a frame, gleaned straw from the fields, and found mismatched buttons to use as eyes.
When she woke the next morning, instead of a scarecrow there now stood a man.
"I adore you," it spoke softly, honored with the life she had graced him with.
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Word Count: 100
Posted: 9.27.2014
10.4.2014 Edit: I expanded this idea in the chapter 'In the Universe of Farms' from my 'On Repeat' AU series if you're interested to see a longer version of this.