As I passed through a night dark farm, the door of a wood shed near the farmhouse rattled from the inside. A voice from within yelled, “Let me out! Let me OUT!”
I stopped at the door, hand on the cold iron latch, but didn’t open it. “Who’s in there?”
Something heavy slumped against the inner door. “This farm’s guardian. A scarecrow.”
Raising an eyebrow, I asked, “What’s a guardian doing locked up in the wood shed?”
“The farmer gave up on the harvest. Stored me in here.” The voice sounded more angry than plaintive. A thump like a slammed fist made me jump. “I ask you, what’s a scarecrow without crows to scare?”
I shrugged. Unable to argue with that logic, I pulled the door open.
All at once, I was face to face around the edge of the door with a bright orange pumpkin, light from within casting two broad black exes for eyes in stark relief. Body made up of an orange raincoat and red shirt. A trail of holiday lights led away from the back of the scarecrow’s neck into the shed.
The scarecrow’s head tilted as it looked me up and down.
I raised my hands. “Easy…”
“You’re no crow,” the scarecrow observed. A warm scent like decaying pumpkin pulp drifted to me. “More of a wren, I’d say. Now I have work to do. Leave this land.”
The scarecrow thumped and jerked away, headed for the withered cornfield I had cut through earlier. The holiday lights clicked along the ground in its wake, until somewhere inside the shed, the cord popped free from the plug.
The pumpkin in the distance blinked. Blinked. And went out. The scarecrow’s silhouette vanished in the darkness.
“Hey, you’re welcome,” I muttered.
In the trees overhead, a crow cawed.
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