Sam the Scarecrow lived a pretty good life. He had the sun during the day, the moon most nights, and although the rain would come along and make things wet, he reasoned even he could use a bath from time to time.
Yes, Sam was content.
Spring was filled with birds stopping for a rest on his arms as they flew back from the south. Summers got hot, but his hat gave him plenty enough shade so he didn’t see a reason for complaint.
Fall was his favorite. Farmers would tend their fields and Sam just loved watching them work. It also didn’t hurt that he’d get a nice fresh stuffing of hay and sometimes even a new suit.
But, autumn turned to winter.
And winters were the worst. Alone, Sam would stand sentry in the silent stalks. He’d get so lonely that he’d even crave the company of crows, his resented rivals.
Eventually, though, winter would wane, and Sam would spot the first bloom of spring.
And once a year, on that day, Sam the Scarecrow would smile.
photo provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode.
Awww, this is a great story! Sam the Scarecrow seems to be pretty peaceful where he is and with his lot in life in spite of winter! Wonderful story, Chris!
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Thanks, I felt bad about going over the word count (hit just over 200) but I spent about an hour trying to edit it down but couldn’t get it down to under 200… so frustrating.
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Hahaha! I didn’t even notice it! Sorry about calling you Chris.
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It’s all good, cause I didn’t notice you caked me Chris. 😀
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I think I did….?? Anyway, sorry if I did!
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I used to scared of scarecrows. But a lot of inanimate objects freaked me out when I was a kid. ^_^
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Yeah, inanimate objects freaked me out too. Wooden dummies, scarecrows, old people… just… freaky.. :p
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hahahahahaha old people…. ahahahahahahaha
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Wow! Excellent take of the prompt. Not only did I feel hooked by the emotions, characterization, and great writing, but I also felt like this story could be a metaphor for someone who has depression and has accepted the bad with the good. That’s powerful, even if that’s not what you were going for with this story. Thanks for sharing this with us! Again, excellent job.
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Why thank you. And I’m glad you picked up on that. That metaphor was intentional, not about depression but just about dealing with life everyday. The good, the bad, the worse, but you got to have hope, right?
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Definitely! Very well said
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The most optimist scarecrow I have come across. Lovely 😉
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Thanks, figured a change of tone to my normal writing was in order.
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Even a scarecrow feels the harshness of stark cold Winter. Great take.
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Thanks. Winter is a bit harsh… well, not here in Florida because it only lasts like three days…
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A lovely story.
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Thank you.
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Nice story, Todd. Old people also freak me out 😀 (I’m terrified that they could drop dead near me) 🙂
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