The soft Autumn breeze rustled against the field of pumpkins. The faint chirps and squawks of crown filled the ambiance around the crops.
Rows and rows of ripe pumpkins occupied the dirt floor with vines spiralling and curving together in all directions. In the middle of the sea of pumpkins sat a scarecrow.
There wasn't much need for it now that the pumpkins weren't seeds anymore, but still he sat in the center of the crops.
The crows circled around the pumpkins above, every once in a while swooping down from above to try and catch a small rodent.
The scarecrow just watched as a dark bird dove from the air and caught a small mouse in it's claw. The scarecrow winced at the sight as the bird started to eat the rodent.
He wished he could do something, but all he was made to do was protect the pumpkins. The scarecrow continued to feel sorrow at the scene as more and more birds snatched up the tiny mice.
Maybe the scarecrow could do more than protect the pumpkins, maybe he could protect more.
The scarecrow sat up off of his seat in the middle of the field and walked towards a group of birds around some of the rodents. The scarecrow waved his hands around at them and scared them.
The birds all flew away in a rushed panic. The scarecrow bent down and picked up a scared mouse. From now on, the scarecrow knew what he had to protect. Not pumpkins, but mice. *It's a metaphor for something idk