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You would have thought the right attitude for regular scarecrows is to cast away loitering birds. But mine would only talk and eventually offer them sunflower seeds. Not to mention the behaviour of the animals: cows stopped producing milk –they’d only look on me with relentless scorn–. If you listened carefully, you’d hear the cockerel uttering propaganda speeches to encourage dissent at the henhouse. Mares have long deserted and my Labrador retriever remains at large, whereabouts unknown.
My suspicions about those shady pigs turned out true: I came over to have a word with them and the devils caught me in a trap. Now I count my days in this damp, reeky pigpen.