THE SCARECROW
I live on the southside of Nortons-ville with my mum, my dad and my 56 siblings. Our favourite spot in the whole world is the rose garden, which has an amazing statue of what looks like a scarecrow.
That “scarecrow” was a very nice but peculiar man. He’s peculiar because he did many things strangely like: put milk before cereal, walked his fish, and most importantly acted like a scarecrow! Sadly he died at 73 in a farm field because crows pecked at him so much he passed away, just like a scarecrow! And that man was my great-great-grandpa!
Aisling Ní Mh
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