every morning. He always came asking the scarecrow the same thing, "Are
you ready to my Queen's bidding?"
Tht answer was always the same. That is until this morning when the crow hovered ever so close to him.
"Only if she agrees to be my bride."
The
crow was speechless. He should have been able to return to his Queen
and report back as usual. No, the condemned man turned scarecrow more
than a century ago had to go and change the damn game. His wings beat
furiously at the fresh morning air as he flew to report something that
had never been asked before.
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