A Scarecrow in a field? How typically cliche! Just hanging around scaring crows all day. But this is my life it is what I become. adapted to my enviroment comfortably numb.
Perched on these poles like a broken Christ, no thoughts of my own to ponder at night. If I only had a brain to keep me company! An imagination to use to create a fantasy!
I'd calculate equations while protecting the harvest. An intelectual of knowledge, a scholar of the smartest. A critical thinker, no longer braindead; scientific theories dancing in my head.
What...??!! Do my eyes deceive? Who is this girl... approaching me...???
She has a basket in her hand; skipping down a street. There is a tiny brown dog following her feet... Look at her shoes!!..They are sparkly red! What could she possibly want from a scarecrow that's braindead...? To Be Continued...