The scarecrows of Moran and Woodill

It was no fun being a scarecrow tonight. One stepped in a bucket. Another was pinned high on a door. A third lay crumpled, as if shot.  Yet another perched next to a green bin that smelled like it had last been emptied in August.


Happy Halloween.


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