In a small village in India, there was a vast expanse of farmland. The farmland was filled with all kinds of crops, which were the hope of the villagers for the whole year. To protect these crops, the villagers erected a scarecrow in the field. This scarecrow was no ordinary one; it was regarded as a wise guardian by everyone.
The scarecrow had a body made of hay, wore the villagers' discarded old clothes, and had a large straw hat on its head. It stood there quietly every day, whether it was in the scorching sun or the raging storm.
One day, a group of naughty little birds flew over. When they saw the tender crops in the field, their mouths watered. Just as the little birds were about to fly down to peck at the crops, the scarecrow suddenly moved its arm as if waving to the little birds. The little birds were startled and chirped while hovering in mid - air. The scarecrow said to the little birds, "Little birds, these crops were painstakingly grown by the villagers. If you eat them, the villagers will have no food. I know a place where there are a lot of delicious wild fruits. I can tell you." After hearing what the scarecrow said, the little birds thought it made a lot of sense and flew in the direction pointed by the scarecrow to look for wild fruits.
The children in the village were full of curiosity about farming, and they often ran to the fields to play. Seeing the innocent looks of the children, the scarecrow decided to teach them some farming wisdom. The scarecrow said to the children, "Children, look at these crops. Every seed needs meticulous care to grow up. When sowing, you should choose the right season and also turn the soil soft so that the seeds can germinate better." The children listened attentively, with a curious glint in their eyes. The scarecrow also told the children how to tell whether the crops were short of water and when to fertilize. The children learned a great deal of useful knowledge from the scarecrow and respected it even more.
Once, a violent storm hit. The strong wind howled, and big raindrops pounded the earth. The crops were on the verge of collapse in the wind and rain. The villagers hid at home, worried about the crops in the fields. However, the scarecrow didn't flinch at all in the wind and rain. It stood firmly there, using its own body to shield the crops from the wind and rain. Although its body was swaying in the wind, its belief was extremely firm. It thought to itself: I must protect these crops well and not let the villagers' efforts be in vain.
After the storm, the crops were safe and sound. The villagers came to the fields and saw that the scarecrow was still standing upright. They were all deeply moved. Since then, this wise scarecrow has become a legend in the village, and its story has been passed down from generation to generation, and the farming wisdom it imparted has also been passed down by the villagers all the time.
