The Wooden Man and I were caring for the kittens and their mother as my guard on the scarecrow slowly lifted. _Watch you step, he'll push you off the loft._ the scarecrow cawed laughingly. To keep my authority, I ignored the crow's frequent snide jokes and remarks. Nonetheless, I shifted uneasily on my knees. I guess there will always be a part of me that fears The Scarecrow. &quot;Let's go outside, I never got to see the rest of the cornfield.&quot; I suggested. The Wooden Man's mouth splinted into a creepy smile and nodded as warmly as a poorly made scarecrow could. We walked outside and as soon as we walked out the barn door, I heard the cocking of a gun and the cold touch of a hollowed metal rod against my temple. &quot;Don't move.&quot; Clayton said roughly. The scarecrow caw/laughed loudly atop the unmarked gravestone, the echoing of his racket across the open landscape made me feel so small and alone. 2008-05-11T00:12:43Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/29858 <p>oh no! Scarecrow save him!<br />LoA</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/29858?basename=61469 2008-05-11T00:12:43Z Blusparrow http://ficlets.com/authors/blusparrow