“Oh I’m so lonely,” said a voice from the cornfield. “I wish that I had a friend.”
Joshua looked across the field from where he sat in his tractor.
“I must be hearing things,” said Joshua. “I could have sworn I heard someone talking to me.”
“Oh I’m so lonely,” the voice called once more. “I wish that I had a friend.”
“Who is that talking?” Joshua asked, feeling very foolish.
“Dear,” said Joshua’s wife, Penny. “Who are you talking to?”
Penny was out in the garden picking the last of the vegetables before the cold weather came along.
“I thought I heard something out here,” said Joshua.
“Well,” said Penny. “You must be hearing things. I didn’t hear anything. The only ones out here are you, me and the silly old scarecrow.”
“Are you calling me silly?” a voice called.
Joshua looked at Penny and Penny looked at Joshua and then the two of them looked at the scarecrow.
“The scarecrow,” said Joshua. “He’s talking.”
“Oh,” said Penny. “This can’t be happening. Scarecrows don’t talk.”
“Well,” the scarecrow said. “It’s about time all scarecrows started to talk. Do you know how lonely I am? I bet every scarecrow feels the same way that I do.”
Just then, a group of farmers from the neighbourhood showed up at Joshua and Penny’s farm.
“Joshua,” said Ron, who owned the farm right next door to theirs. “Something very strange is going on. I was out in my field and I heard a voice. I went in the house to get the wife and she came outside with me. That is when I realized that it was the scarecrow talking to me.”
“What did he say?” asked Joshua.
“He said that he is lonely,” said Ron.
The other farmers told of the same thing happening to them.
“Look,” said Ron. “What are we going to do about it?”
“Well,” said the scarecrow. “Why don’t you make each one of us scarecrows a partner! That way we wouldn’t be so lonely.”
Over the next few days, all the farmers in the area were very busy helping their wives make partners for the scarecrows. The scarecrows were a lot happier and it seemed that their happiness was keeping more crows out of the farmers fields.
“You know,” said one scarecrow. “I am very happy.”
“Yes,” said the scarecrow’s partner. “Now all we need are some scarecrow children.”
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