Scarecrow After Dark

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


A pumpkin patch is no place to be after dark but when you're a scarecrow you're stuck-literally, stuck on a stake planted firmly into the ground surrounded by a field of orange pumpkins. The pumpkins aren't really the problem...no, it's all the things after the pumpkins that scare me! For instance, just last night a witch came gliding in on her broomstick cackling like a wild hyena with her black cat in tow. While the witch crept around the patch in search of the perfect pumpkin her scraggly black cat used its razor sharp claws to scale my pant leg in a failed attempt to catch the crow perched on my shoulder! Most people don't think scarecrows have feelings but I can tell you those claws hurt! I was glad to see those two ride back off into the moonlight although the witch hurled down a few mason jars of pickled eel eyes for Farmer Bob as payment for her pumpkin which nearly hit me in the head and I swear I saw that pesky cat snickering at me.

Now, as if the old witch and her cat weren't bad enough try hiding from pumpkin burglars when you're a scarecrow! Two teenage boys recently snuck into the patch and tried to steal two large pumpkins-as a big a pumpkins as each boy could carry! Then those rascals eyeballed me up and down like they wanted to steal me too! Probably thought I'd make a good yard decoration alongside their smiling pumpkins. But I belong to the farmer and have a duty to protect his land. Being a scarecrow, my only weapon is my pitchfork and I'm not afraid to use it! I started jabbing my pitchfork at those scoundrels with as much strength as somebody's who's stuffed with straw can muster! Those boys were so scared at the site of me doing such a vicious thing they turned tail and ran as fast as they could out of this patch dropping their pumpkins along the way! I earned my keep that night as Farmer Bob charges fifteen dollars each for pumpkins that size. I also earned my reputation as a fighter that night-at least among the people.

Now, the reason I am saying that dear friends is because here comes an enormous buck with antlers poking out in every direction. He just used his pointy hoof to squash a pumpkin and now he's ripping its guts out and swallowing them whole! Do deer eat hay dear friends? Do any of you know? Heeeeeelp!


Submitted: September 15, 2021

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Criss Sole

This was a delightful read.
He's a brave scarecrow, but looks like he might be in trouble. Very entertaining.
Great story.

Wed, September 22nd, 2021 7:07am

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