As Scarecrow As A Scarecrow
AS SCARECROW AS A SCARECROW “Oh, golly. I’m so tired!” squawked Scarecrow Carver as he skipped to his loo. He was an encyclopedia of shambles, brambles, straw, and solidity, beating about the bush and crop in a barrage of a billion blizzards. Every gyration and night-wing citation in his midst left... Sign in to see full entry.