After being a burden for so many years, the cold wooden crucifix finally released the scarecrow of its unforgiving grip. He fell down to the ground, feeling the earth for the first time in what seemed like ages. "at last" the scarecrow thought as he collected his senses.He looked around and saw shadows dancing against the dim light of the moon. The crows! he threw himself down to the ground an thanked the black birds. He realised that they had put tremendous effort in cutting the ropes which bound his hands to the wood. who would have thought the very creautures he was made to frighten off, would eventually turn out to be his saviours. His creator was a crooked man, not taking proper care of his creation, and repeatedly shooting the birds who were merely trying to eat what he would never use anyway. So the birds and the surrogate man made a pact. "release me, and i will rid you of your obstacle" he said, when frightening them off appeared futile. "how can we trust you?" the birds had answered "simple" said the scarecrow. "why would i sustain this abuse while i can be free like you are" The birds had met their end of the bargain.. now it was time for the scarecrow to do his work.. Hey i actually wrote a story!