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Wooosh, wooosh. I heard a sound as I was walking
through the cornfield on a golden, sunny autumn day. I thought a man was
in the cornfield and I heard a crunch, crunch and I saw a hand that
looked like the bottom of a broomstick and an old ripped pointy hat. His
pitchfork was pointing straight at the crows. He has a head full of
straw that appeared to be hair coming out of the side of his head. His
eyes were red as roses. His nose was as red as a clown's nose. His shirt
was blue like the ocean. His pants reminded me of tiger stripes. His
pitchfork was red and white and his hat reminded me of a wizard's hat. I
felt his rough straw. He was a scarecrow!
By Kevin |