In a small village in Japan, there was a vast expanse of farmland. All kinds of crops were planted in the farmland, such as golden wheat and tender green vegetables. To protect these crops, the farmers made a scarecrow. Although this scarecrow was made of hay and old clothes, it had a warm heart.
Every day, when the sun rose, the scarecrow began its work. It stood there like a loyal guard. The gentle breeze blew gently, and the tattered clothes on it fluttered in the wind, as if showing its strength to those birds that wanted to steal and eat the crops. It waved its arms. Although its arms were made of two branches, they looked extremely powerful in the sunlight. Seeing the scarecrow like this, those birds didn't dare to get close to this crop field easily.
One day, a bold crow flew over. It saw this fertile crop field and thought there must be a lot of delicious food here. It slowly approached, but the scarecrow immediately noticed it. The scarecrow widened its eyes, which were made of two black stones and looked very vivid. The crow was startled when it saw the scarecrow suddenly move. It flapped its wings and wanted to fly away. The scarecrow shook its body vigorously, and finally the crow flew away in panic, and the crop field became calm again.
When night came, the moonlight shone on this crop field. The scarecrow still stuck to its post. There were many fireflies flying around. They were like little elves. Against the backdrop of the moonlight and fireflies, the scarecrow seemed a little lonely, but its heart was firm. It knew that its responsibility was to protect this crop field and prevent any pests or birds from destroying these crops.
After some time of being exposed to the wind and rain, the scarecrow became a bit dilapidated. The kind - hearted farmer noticed this situation and brought tools to the scarecrow. The farmer carefully repaired the scarecrow, strengthened its body, and mended its dilapidated clothes. The scarecrow looked at the farmer, full of gratitude in its heart. It felt that it could protect the crops vigorously again.
Finally, it was the harvest season. The farmers were busy harvesting crops in the fields, and there was laughter everywhere. The golden wheat was bundled into sheaves one by one, and the fresh vegetables filled the baskets. The scarecrow was also very happy when looking at this harvest scene. Although it couldn't enjoy the fruits of the harvest like the farmers, it knew that its efforts had not been in vain and it had successfully protected this crop field.
