Farmer Fred was fed up with losing so much of his crop each year to birds and other greedy creatures. He’d tried using one of those scarers that go bang every now and again, but it caused him too many sleepless nights.
Mrs. Fred suggested he try using a scarecrow. He’d never had one, though someone once stopped their car beside his field and photographed him thinking he was a scarecrow, which you’d fully understand if you saw him having one of his stand-still-and-think moments.
He thought he’d give it a go. He made a wooden cross, stuck a football on top and dressed it in clothes he’d grown too fat for many years ago but kept in case he ever went on a diet. He raked through his wife’s drawers and found the blonde wig she wears at Halloween to scare the kids away, then planted his creation in the middle of his freshly sown field.
It looked like a cross between Donald Trump and Boris Johnson!
Fast forward six months and the scarecrow was a success! The field was full of tall bushy blonde things. Time to retrieve the wife’s wig, soon be October the thirty-first! Just a matter of finding it.
Many thanks to Donna for hosting Sunday Photo fiction.
Photo from Morguefile
A cross between those two idiots would scare more than crows!
Middle of a field is probably the best place for them!
Absolutely!
I agree with Angie and your reply.
I’m misunderstood!!!
IT would keep me away, for certain.
Me too Mimi!
Gave me a giggle….enjoyed it, Keith.
…as I hoped! Cheers Donna.
Ha! Ha! Hilarious. I love all your comical stories, Keith. Keep them coming. And oh! on second thoughts the intense one’s are good too. Re: FridayFictioneers from last week. 🙂
“He’d never had one, though someone once stopped their car beside his field and photographed him thinking he was a scarecrow.”
This was epic.
Thanks so much for your kind words Natasha, they are much appreciated.
They are well deserved. 😊
Yeah, well, even birds have lines they won’t cross … 😉
This was fun!
So true! Thanks Na’ama.
Again, the punch line paired excellently with the photo! What on earth are those things?
I don’t have a scooby-doo! Cheers Christine