THE SCARECROW
Once upon a time my grandmother who lived in the country had a large cherry tree. It was loaded with ripe, red cherries. Now my grandmother was not so spry as she used to be. she could not climb to the top of the ree to pick the red, ripe cherries to put in a pie. She had to wait untill her grandson , Jack, came from the city.
My grandmother didnt know what to do. She wanted to wait for me to pick the cherries, but how could she? Something was taking the cherries and it was the blackbirds. If something was not done about it at once, the cherries would all be gone. So she thought and thought of some way to frighten the birds away. Finally she had an idea.
My grandmother took a stick and stuck it in the ground. She hung an old shirt on it. She tied a bundle of straw on it for a head. She tied on some old ragged overalls. She fastened old gloves for hands. When the wind blew, it made him flop just like a man, and the birds didnt dare go near to steal any more cherries.
THE END
BY: BRIANNA HODGES