"But what they didn’t realize was that it wasn’t a costume, like they thought. This “thing” had a really sad face, and wouldn’t talk. Now that should’ve given it away, because the “thing” was the Sad Scarecrow. We told the cops it was a mistake and it was just our dad, that he had eaten too much candy and was just a tiny bit drunk. The cops said they understood and we needed to take him home.
On our way to, well, nowhere, the scarecrow looked at us and smiled, then frowned. It was like he was always sad, even if he was happy, and he was never seen to have a smile on his face for no longer than 10 seconds! We felt bad for him, and thought, “Maybe he wouldn’t be so sad, and wouldn’t be called the ‘Sad Scarecrow’ if we made him happy.” After we discussed all of that, we knew right away that before we tried to make him happy, we needed to figure out why he was so sad.
We had finally gotten the courage to ask him, but right off the bat, or right after we asked him that is, we knew we had been stupid. We were so sad for the Sad Scarecrow, that we had just let our stupidity flow right out of our bodies. He can’t talk. But we were wrong about being stupid, because he knew exactly how to act it out. This is what it looked like:
- Family, friends, etc.
- Enjoying his time with his family
- Smiling and laughing, like there was no other day ahead of him
Then he showed us a picture.
The picture had all these other scarecrows, and one of them was him, the Sad Scarecrow. And he was smiling. He seemed happy. We knew that that just had to be his family. We asked him, and he nodded. It was his family. Then we asked him where his family was, and he took out a drawing. We all gasped! We were so sad and sorry for him. His family had been shredded. Literally, and I know that sounds weird. They were near a corn field, and a combine hit them. The only one to live was the Sad Scarecrow. The last question we had for him was really important, if we could borrow his picture. He nodded and let us go."
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