Jan 08 2009
Straw Man
Once upon a time there was a scarecrow on a hill. He was a lonely soul, but that comes with the territory. Seldom do scarecrows socialize. They’re just so fixed in their routine (and to their two by fours) that they never go out in the world. Connor, as he was referred to by the occasional scared crow, was good at his job, but their was a problem. His high, lonely hill had long been a barren hump on the landscape. The fields of corn he once protected with his ragged, weathered, yet still intimidating visage had all folded over and crumbled to crispy corn dust. The part that really chafed his overall laden backside, was that the field still proliferated all around the base of the hill, where Connor was stationed, or rather, was nailed to.
