It was a cold and windy autumn night. Lonely Scarecrow sat on his fence post looking up into the dark sky. There wasn’t a star to be found and the moon was nowhere to be seen.
“This is definitely an autumn night in Calgary,” said Lonely Scarecrow to himself.
A big gust of wind blew and it almost blew Lonely Scarecrow off the fence post. He had to hold on tight.
“That was close,” said Lonely Scarecrow. “That wind almost knocked me over.”
Lonely Scarecrow sat looking around at the pitch black sky. A few hours had past.
“I am so lonely out here tonight,” said Lonely Scarecrow. “I would give anything for even a crow to come talk to me. I haven’t seen a single crow in the sky tonight.”
“A scarecrow must be pretty lonely if he wants to talk to a crow,” laughed a familiar voice.
“Hazel!” exclaimed Lonely Scarecrow, when he saw that his wife was awake. “I thought you were sleeping.”
“I was,” said Hazel. “But that big gust of wind woke me up.”
“It has been a very lonely autumn night out here tonight,” said Lonely Scarecrow.
“I am wide awake now,” said Hazel. “I can keep you company.”
“I would love that,” said Lonely Scarecrow, not feeling so lonely anymore.
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