Story by : Mud
Directed by : Destiney Baxter
One morning John and his wife were sitting on the front porch drinking their cup of coffee, when they noticed that a flock of crows have been landing around the corn fields near the barn. They noticed the crows were starting to grow accustomed to eating the corn. John’s wife mentioned that maybe it’s time he got over his fear of scarecrows and made one for the field! She tried to convince him that it would only take around a day to make one and post it in the field. John grunted and ran into the house, as he came out the door he was holding his shotgun! He raised it in the air and in a caveman voice and said "No scarecrow for me!" and walked towards the fence a little bit. He raised his gun into the air and fired a couple of rounds off scaring the crows, and the crows flew away from the noise as he waved his gun in the air and grunted. John’s wife raised an eyebrow and looked at him as if he was a silly little kid and they both began laughing.
After a couple weeks of this morning routine they begin to notice that the flock of crows seemed to be getting bigger. The flock had actually grow big enough that they were starting to notice losing produce from the field. The crows were starting to not fly away scared from the loud sound of the shotgun and John actually had to get close and sometimes actually swat away the scraggly crows that had stayed behind. John and his wife Honey had decided long ago that they wouldn't kill any kind of life, so after they had scared the crows away that morning, they had sat on the porch talking about how it might be time to build that scarecrow. Since John would rather get over his childhood fear than take a life of one of Gods creatures, they decided to take a day building the scarecrow so they didn't have to take more dramatic measures.
Early the next morning John went and gathered some old wood and a few large branches that he thought would be great to make the scarecrow. He went upstairs and told his wife that he was starting to build the scarecrow and to gather some of his old work clothes and meet him out by the barn. She gathered up his oldest pair of overalls and found an old dirty work shirt from the back of the closet and she met John by the barn. Then they started working on the scarecrow together just talking and laughing with each other. They talked about the first time she had mentioned the scarecrow, what they were going to name the scarecrow, and they would even get off subject and talk and laugh about the other great times they had together. Without even realizing it, the scarecrow was done, so they decided to post him up in the morning and call it a night.
So John and his wife awoke the next morning and excitedly jumped out of bed. They got dressed made breakfast and quickly ate. Then they poured their morning cup of coffee and John grabbed his shotgun as they walked towards the door. This had become routine to scare the crows away and they were curious to see how many more crows joined within the flock today. As they opened the door and walked on the porch, they started to notice that there were no crows feasting on the corn. John’s wife said “Man I don't think I see a crow anywhere in site, Jarrod the scarecrow is already working." John looked at his wife and they both smiled at each other. "So is that the name you are going to go with?" John said as he leaned his shotgun against the railing of the porch. "I think so, but for now let’s enjoy the peace and quite like we used to" Johns wife said then she kissed him on the cheek and they both sat down in their chairs and enjoyed each other’s company as they sipped their coffee.
John asked his wife as she was finishing her last sip of coffee "Well, Do you still want to put the scarecrow up?" She stood up and grabbed John’s empty coffee cup and kissed his forehead, "Yes dear I do still want YOU to put the scarecrow up, while I take a relaxing bath!" John laughed and his wife giggled, then they kissed each other. She then walked into the house and John walked off of the porch and into the barn to gather up his tools. He got his tools and he started to walk over towards the scarecrow, John just started to smile as the sight of Jarrod came into view. He was just thinking of the great time that he and his wife had making the scarecrow. He thought to himself it was crazy that he used to even have a slight fear of scarecrows. Well John said “Jarrod it’s time to get to work."
He then picked up the two long branches and hutched them underneath his arm. John then reached down with his other arm and grabbed up the scarecrow and threw it on his shoulder like a bag of soil. Then he took a deep breath and he started to walk into the corn field to where the crows usually gathered every morning, except for this one! John gets to the spot, throws down the scarecrow and branches and looks around the field. As he looked around he thought to himself how strange it was that the crows didn't come today. Maybe they found a different field or maybe they migrated to another location. He shrugged it off and started to tie the branches together, as he was finishing the knot, John heard a crow caw. He stood up with the cross and he didn't see any crows, so he continued with his work. As he was hammering the cross into the ground he heard the crows caw again, he looked but noticed no crows around the area.
After a couple weeks of this morning routine they begin to notice that the flock of crows seemed to be getting bigger. The flock had actually grow big enough that they were starting to notice losing produce from the field. The crows were starting to not fly away scared from the loud sound of the shotgun and John actually had to get close and sometimes actually swat away the scraggly crows that had stayed behind. John and his wife Honey had decided long ago that they wouldn't kill any kind of life, so after they had scared the crows away that morning, they had sat on the porch talking about how it might be time to build that scarecrow. Since John would rather get over his childhood fear than take a life of one of Gods creatures, they decided to take a day building the scarecrow so they didn't have to take more dramatic measures.
Early the next morning John went and gathered some old wood and a few large branches that he thought would be great to make the scarecrow. He went upstairs and told his wife that he was starting to build the scarecrow and to gather some of his old work clothes and meet him out by the barn. She gathered up his oldest pair of overalls and found an old dirty work shirt from the back of the closet and she met John by the barn. Then they started working on the scarecrow together just talking and laughing with each other. They talked about the first time she had mentioned the scarecrow, what they were going to name the scarecrow, and they would even get off subject and talk and laugh about the other great times they had together. Without even realizing it, the scarecrow was done, so they decided to post him up in the morning and call it a night.
So John and his wife awoke the next morning and excitedly jumped out of bed. They got dressed made breakfast and quickly ate. Then they poured their morning cup of coffee and John grabbed his shotgun as they walked towards the door. This had become routine to scare the crows away and they were curious to see how many more crows joined within the flock today. As they opened the door and walked on the porch, they started to notice that there were no crows feasting on the corn. John’s wife said “Man I don't think I see a crow anywhere in site, Jarrod the scarecrow is already working." John looked at his wife and they both smiled at each other. "So is that the name you are going to go with?" John said as he leaned his shotgun against the railing of the porch. "I think so, but for now let’s enjoy the peace and quite like we used to" Johns wife said then she kissed him on the cheek and they both sat down in their chairs and enjoyed each other’s company as they sipped their coffee.
John asked his wife as she was finishing her last sip of coffee "Well, Do you still want to put the scarecrow up?" She stood up and grabbed John’s empty coffee cup and kissed his forehead, "Yes dear I do still want YOU to put the scarecrow up, while I take a relaxing bath!" John laughed and his wife giggled, then they kissed each other. She then walked into the house and John walked off of the porch and into the barn to gather up his tools. He got his tools and he started to walk over towards the scarecrow, John just started to smile as the sight of Jarrod came into view. He was just thinking of the great time that he and his wife had making the scarecrow. He thought to himself it was crazy that he used to even have a slight fear of scarecrows. Well John said “Jarrod it’s time to get to work."
He then picked up the two long branches and hutched them underneath his arm. John then reached down with his other arm and grabbed up the scarecrow and threw it on his shoulder like a bag of soil. Then he took a deep breath and he started to walk into the corn field to where the crows usually gathered every morning, except for this one! John gets to the spot, throws down the scarecrow and branches and looks around the field. As he looked around he thought to himself how strange it was that the crows didn't come today. Maybe they found a different field or maybe they migrated to another location. He shrugged it off and started to tie the branches together, as he was finishing the knot, John heard a crow caw. He stood up with the cross and he didn't see any crows, so he continued with his work. As he was hammering the cross into the ground he heard the crows caw again, he looked but noticed no crows around the area.
As John was finishing up the post, he heard the crows caw once more, so he looked a noticed there was a single crow setting on the barb wired fence post. John felt almost as if the crow was watching him, knowing he was putting up a scarecrow to try and scare the flocks away. John stared at the crow for a few seconds and then shook his head and started to finish up his work. He screwed the two hooks into the post and picked up the scarecrow and threw him up on the hooks. He over lapped the scarecrows arms onto the cross beams and he kind of repositioned the scarecrow a couple of times as he finished up. John then took off his work gloves and placed them on the hay sticking out of the end of the sleeves on the scarecrows shirt. He then dusted off
his hands with pride ready to go get his wife and show her Jarrod the scarecrow.
John turned around to head towards the house and he had noticed that the crow on the fence post was lying on the ground twitching. He proceeded towards the fence post cautiously and by the time he had reached the crow, it had stopped twitching and looked like it had died. The bird had its wings completely spread open and was lying on its head as if it had had a seizure and then died. John had a strange feeling come over him, so he turned away from the bird and started to walk towards the house to get his wife. He gets to the porch, sets his tool belt next to his shotgun and proceeds to wipe his feet on the rug as he tries to shake the weird feeling he was having. John opens the door and walks into the house and loudly says “honey I’m done with Jarrod you want to come look at him?" but there was no response.
As john shuts the door and begins to walk into the living room he notices that there is an eerie silence within the house. John thought that surely his wife still couldn't be in the bathtub, so he decided to check around downstairs. He walked into the kitchen and into the guest room, he had even checked in the laundry den hoping she wasn't still relaxing in the bathtub. No place in the house was showing any signs of her so he decided that she was still bathing and started to walk up the stairs to the bedroom. "Honey are you still in the bathtub relaxing?" John said with a loud and stern voice as he walked down the hall towards the bedroom. There is no response as he walks into the bedroom, so he says with a worry to his voice as he walks towards the bathroom door "Honey you still in there?" He said it again as he slowly started to open the bathroom door. As he walked into the bathroom there set an empty bubble bath with a couple of lit candles and her favorite book propped open on the edge of the tub.
John was starting to worry as the strange feeling that he was having started to grow throughout his body with a stronger intensity. "Honey" John yelled as he rushed to the bathtub to release the drain. He plunged his hands into the bathwater towards the drain and his hand hits a pair of feet. He quickly realized that it was his wife's feet, so he reaches both arms into the tub and pulls out her lifeless body. He tries to breathe into her mouth and pump her chest, but nothing was seeming to do anything, except feeding the strange feeling. He grasps her body close and tight to his chest and started to cry. He knew that there was no bringing her back, but John knew that he never wanted to let her go, so he set there all night holding her body and crying next to the bathtub. John had lost the only thing that he cared about in this world, so John seemed to also lose himself that night.
In the week leading up to the funeral John had turned heavily to drinking. He neglected farm work and ignored the crows that returned to feast on his crop. He ignored his own personal health to the point that he was no longer eating or bathing, but only drinking and sleeping. The day of the funeral, John started the morning off with a bottle of Jack and drank up until the service. John just set there staring at the open coffin and cried through the entire service. When they lowered honey into the ground, he got up and left without talking to family or friends and made his way to the local pub. John set at the bar for hours drinking and trying to hold back the tears of sorrow he felt for not being there to help save his wife. John started mumbling about how stupid the scarecrow was and how all of this was his stupid fault. Then he held his empty glass in the air and asked for another. The bartender poured a shot into John’s glass and told him in a concerned manner, that he thought John didn't need any more liquor and explained that this was the last glass he was pouring for him. John stood up and finished his last drink and threw his glass onto the floor, shattering it into little pieces and yells at the bartender "I am a grown man, I’ll tell you when I’m done drinking" and turned and walked out of the bar.
John stumbled across the parking lot to his truck and jumps into the driver’s seat. He closes the door and starts to cry, but then he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror crying. John wipes the tears from his face and he turns on the truck and speeds out of the pub parking lot. He drives as fast and carelessly as he can home, almost as if he was just trying to die. John finally pulls into his yard and puts the truck in park, leaving the truck running, he climbs out of the cab and stumbles into his house. He walks into the living room and stops to peer around as if he was looking for something in particular. As he peers into the kitchen he sees the set of coffee cups him and his wife used to drink from every morning hanging from the banister. John started to think about the different mornings him and his wife would set and enjoy each other’s company as they sat and drank the coffee. Then he started thinking about the day they laughed when he ran out and shot his shotgun in the sky to scare the crows off. This lead to John starting to cry and then he noticed the bottle he was looking for on the kitchen table. As he walks over to grab the bottle, he notices his shotgun propped up next to the door.
He grabs the bottle from the kitchen table and he picks up his shotgun with anger as he runs outside towards where the scarecrow was posted. As John starts to head through the field he can see the scarecrow peering over the crop at him. John starts to yell at the scarecrow and firing his shotgun at him, he then begins to scream louder. "If I didn't create you, I would have been able to save her, this is your fault and you don't even scare the crows away!" His yelling turns into crying as he hears the click of the shotgun from being out of ammo and then he throws his gun at the scarecrow. He pulls out the half empty bottle of jack from his overalls pocket and set down under the scarecrow, leaning against the post he finished his yelling and crying. John then opened the bottle and started to finish it up as he slowly cried and mumbled himself to sleep.
John began to open his eyes, as he came to, he started to realize that he had fallen asleep drunk underneath the scarecrow. As he starts to stand up and come to John begins to notice there are hundreds of dead, bloody crows lying all around him. It look like and animal came in and ripped all the crows apart and ate them, John started to run towards the house in a panic. As he entered into the house he ran to the phone and called the local police station. As the dispatcher answered the call, John quickly started to explain how there were hundreds of dead crows lying in field and he didn't know who to call. The dispatcher explained to John to relax a little bit and she will send a gaming officer out to the location to check out the situation. John thanked her and hung up the phone, he then walked to the front porch to wait on the game warden to arrive. While John set there waiting he began to think about the crows and how they got there. He stood up and walked over to the edge of the porch and leaned over to peer around the house. He could see the scarecrow peering over the blood sprinkled corn stocks and it was almost as if the scarecrow was staring back at John.
"JOHN" an officer says loudly as John turns around startled and replies "yes sir that is me, Are you the game warden?" The officer replies with a "yes" as the two men shake hands and then the warden quickly begins to get the story from John. John explains to him as they start to walk towards the area of the corn field where the scarecrow and dead crows resided. As they reach the location the officer starts to see the mess and begins to look a little confused as he investigates more into the crows. “Sir, you said you fell asleep and when you awoke the crows were just laying here like this?" John replies a little frantically with a "yes sir? What do you think had happened?" The warden picks up one of the wings that was severed from a crow and holds it up for John to see. "Well if you notice that some of the birds wings are ripped off, while other birds wings are intact, but the heads ripped off!" John shook his head yes to the wardens comment and then the officer continued to say “if this was an animal attack, they would have eaten these limbs that were ripped from the body!"
John asks curiously “What do you think the cause was then?" as the warden throws the bird wing back to the ground. ”Well I see that empty bottle lying there" the warden then points to the scarecrow and says "and I see blood on your scarecrows gloves and mouth." John looks at the scarecrow confused and starts to ask a question, but the officer interrupts and says firmly "Now this is animal cruelty and a very distasteful joke, but I am Bunny’s cousin and she told me about your wife and the funeral yesterday." The warden puts his hand on johns shoulder and continues to say "John I’m going to let this slide, But you need to clean this up and come too. You also need to put the bottle away while you mourn the loss of your wife, we both know she wouldn't have wanted it this way." The warden then patted Johns shoulder and he walked to his car and drove away.
John stood there looking at the scarecrow and thought to himself how it actually looked like he had ripped the crows apart and used their blood as paint to make it look as if the scarecrow had killed and ate the crows himself. John knew that the bottle could make a person do acts like this without knowing or even remembering doing the action the next day. John then realized that the officer was right and he began to take his words to heart, so he looked up to the sky and said "IM sorry I have been so selfish honey!" He then proceeded to walk to the barn and get the wheel barrel so he could gather up the dismembered limbs and bodies of the crows. When he was done throwing the crows in the wheel barrel he picked up the bottle and threw it on top. He wheeled the barrel to the burn trash pile and dumped it into the pit. He walks back to the scarecrow and picks him up off the hooks and hutches him over his shoulder and walks to the barn. He sets him next to the shelf where the lighter fluid was and picked it up with a book of matches. John then went to the fire pit and set it on fire, he prayed for forgiveness and then walked into the house to shower.
He gets to the bathroom and turns on the shower, then starts to unbutton his shirt when he hears a glass breaking downstairs. John grabs up his shotgun from the end of the bed and slowly started to head down the stairs. He hears a couple strange noises coming from the kitchen, so John takes aim as he walks into the kitchen. When John slowly gets around the corner into the kitchen he see the scarecrow that he had thrown into the garage standing there with his back to John. John then pulls the trigger of the gun scared but he hears only the click from being the gun being empty. As the scarecrow turned around to investigate the noise, John remembered that he had shot all the shells into the scarecrow drunk last night. "What the hell is going on?" John questioned as he dropped the gun and stood there in amazement.
"After all I have done for you farmer and you want to hide me in the garage!" The scarecrow said as he pulled a knife from the silverware drawer. "You can talk? Are you really alive?" John asked in panic, for now John started to realize that maybe the scarecrow did kill all those birds. As John stood there in a panic, the scarecrow started to walk towards John holding the knife in the air. "Farmer you are pathetic and I don't think you deserve to live in that skin anymore! For I have killed the crows for you and you hide me, for I have let you take out your anger on me and you hide me, for I have done all I can for you and you still want to hide me away in your GARAGE!" John turned to run away and the scarecrow throws the knife into Johns back, John slowly tumbles to the floor. The scarecrow walks over and pulls the knife from Johns back and cleans the blood off on his old work shirt. The scarecrow flips John over and kneels down next to him and says "If you aren't going to enjoy the skin you’re in, Like everything else, I will do it for you!" Then the scarecrow shoves the knife into the side of Johns face and begins to skin Johns face as John bit by bit starts to choke on the blood. The scarecrow pulls the skin off Johns face and hold it up to his own potato sack face and says "Farmer I look so much better in this don't you think?"
his hands with pride ready to go get his wife and show her Jarrod the scarecrow.
John turned around to head towards the house and he had noticed that the crow on the fence post was lying on the ground twitching. He proceeded towards the fence post cautiously and by the time he had reached the crow, it had stopped twitching and looked like it had died. The bird had its wings completely spread open and was lying on its head as if it had had a seizure and then died. John had a strange feeling come over him, so he turned away from the bird and started to walk towards the house to get his wife. He gets to the porch, sets his tool belt next to his shotgun and proceeds to wipe his feet on the rug as he tries to shake the weird feeling he was having. John opens the door and walks into the house and loudly says “honey I’m done with Jarrod you want to come look at him?" but there was no response.
As john shuts the door and begins to walk into the living room he notices that there is an eerie silence within the house. John thought that surely his wife still couldn't be in the bathtub, so he decided to check around downstairs. He walked into the kitchen and into the guest room, he had even checked in the laundry den hoping she wasn't still relaxing in the bathtub. No place in the house was showing any signs of her so he decided that she was still bathing and started to walk up the stairs to the bedroom. "Honey are you still in the bathtub relaxing?" John said with a loud and stern voice as he walked down the hall towards the bedroom. There is no response as he walks into the bedroom, so he says with a worry to his voice as he walks towards the bathroom door "Honey you still in there?" He said it again as he slowly started to open the bathroom door. As he walked into the bathroom there set an empty bubble bath with a couple of lit candles and her favorite book propped open on the edge of the tub.
John was starting to worry as the strange feeling that he was having started to grow throughout his body with a stronger intensity. "Honey" John yelled as he rushed to the bathtub to release the drain. He plunged his hands into the bathwater towards the drain and his hand hits a pair of feet. He quickly realized that it was his wife's feet, so he reaches both arms into the tub and pulls out her lifeless body. He tries to breathe into her mouth and pump her chest, but nothing was seeming to do anything, except feeding the strange feeling. He grasps her body close and tight to his chest and started to cry. He knew that there was no bringing her back, but John knew that he never wanted to let her go, so he set there all night holding her body and crying next to the bathtub. John had lost the only thing that he cared about in this world, so John seemed to also lose himself that night.
In the week leading up to the funeral John had turned heavily to drinking. He neglected farm work and ignored the crows that returned to feast on his crop. He ignored his own personal health to the point that he was no longer eating or bathing, but only drinking and sleeping. The day of the funeral, John started the morning off with a bottle of Jack and drank up until the service. John just set there staring at the open coffin and cried through the entire service. When they lowered honey into the ground, he got up and left without talking to family or friends and made his way to the local pub. John set at the bar for hours drinking and trying to hold back the tears of sorrow he felt for not being there to help save his wife. John started mumbling about how stupid the scarecrow was and how all of this was his stupid fault. Then he held his empty glass in the air and asked for another. The bartender poured a shot into John’s glass and told him in a concerned manner, that he thought John didn't need any more liquor and explained that this was the last glass he was pouring for him. John stood up and finished his last drink and threw his glass onto the floor, shattering it into little pieces and yells at the bartender "I am a grown man, I’ll tell you when I’m done drinking" and turned and walked out of the bar.
John stumbled across the parking lot to his truck and jumps into the driver’s seat. He closes the door and starts to cry, but then he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror crying. John wipes the tears from his face and he turns on the truck and speeds out of the pub parking lot. He drives as fast and carelessly as he can home, almost as if he was just trying to die. John finally pulls into his yard and puts the truck in park, leaving the truck running, he climbs out of the cab and stumbles into his house. He walks into the living room and stops to peer around as if he was looking for something in particular. As he peers into the kitchen he sees the set of coffee cups him and his wife used to drink from every morning hanging from the banister. John started to think about the different mornings him and his wife would set and enjoy each other’s company as they sat and drank the coffee. Then he started thinking about the day they laughed when he ran out and shot his shotgun in the sky to scare the crows off. This lead to John starting to cry and then he noticed the bottle he was looking for on the kitchen table. As he walks over to grab the bottle, he notices his shotgun propped up next to the door.
He grabs the bottle from the kitchen table and he picks up his shotgun with anger as he runs outside towards where the scarecrow was posted. As John starts to head through the field he can see the scarecrow peering over the crop at him. John starts to yell at the scarecrow and firing his shotgun at him, he then begins to scream louder. "If I didn't create you, I would have been able to save her, this is your fault and you don't even scare the crows away!" His yelling turns into crying as he hears the click of the shotgun from being out of ammo and then he throws his gun at the scarecrow. He pulls out the half empty bottle of jack from his overalls pocket and set down under the scarecrow, leaning against the post he finished his yelling and crying. John then opened the bottle and started to finish it up as he slowly cried and mumbled himself to sleep.
John began to open his eyes, as he came to, he started to realize that he had fallen asleep drunk underneath the scarecrow. As he starts to stand up and come to John begins to notice there are hundreds of dead, bloody crows lying all around him. It look like and animal came in and ripped all the crows apart and ate them, John started to run towards the house in a panic. As he entered into the house he ran to the phone and called the local police station. As the dispatcher answered the call, John quickly started to explain how there were hundreds of dead crows lying in field and he didn't know who to call. The dispatcher explained to John to relax a little bit and she will send a gaming officer out to the location to check out the situation. John thanked her and hung up the phone, he then walked to the front porch to wait on the game warden to arrive. While John set there waiting he began to think about the crows and how they got there. He stood up and walked over to the edge of the porch and leaned over to peer around the house. He could see the scarecrow peering over the blood sprinkled corn stocks and it was almost as if the scarecrow was staring back at John.
"JOHN" an officer says loudly as John turns around startled and replies "yes sir that is me, Are you the game warden?" The officer replies with a "yes" as the two men shake hands and then the warden quickly begins to get the story from John. John explains to him as they start to walk towards the area of the corn field where the scarecrow and dead crows resided. As they reach the location the officer starts to see the mess and begins to look a little confused as he investigates more into the crows. “Sir, you said you fell asleep and when you awoke the crows were just laying here like this?" John replies a little frantically with a "yes sir? What do you think had happened?" The warden picks up one of the wings that was severed from a crow and holds it up for John to see. "Well if you notice that some of the birds wings are ripped off, while other birds wings are intact, but the heads ripped off!" John shook his head yes to the wardens comment and then the officer continued to say “if this was an animal attack, they would have eaten these limbs that were ripped from the body!"
John asks curiously “What do you think the cause was then?" as the warden throws the bird wing back to the ground. ”Well I see that empty bottle lying there" the warden then points to the scarecrow and says "and I see blood on your scarecrows gloves and mouth." John looks at the scarecrow confused and starts to ask a question, but the officer interrupts and says firmly "Now this is animal cruelty and a very distasteful joke, but I am Bunny’s cousin and she told me about your wife and the funeral yesterday." The warden puts his hand on johns shoulder and continues to say "John I’m going to let this slide, But you need to clean this up and come too. You also need to put the bottle away while you mourn the loss of your wife, we both know she wouldn't have wanted it this way." The warden then patted Johns shoulder and he walked to his car and drove away.
John stood there looking at the scarecrow and thought to himself how it actually looked like he had ripped the crows apart and used their blood as paint to make it look as if the scarecrow had killed and ate the crows himself. John knew that the bottle could make a person do acts like this without knowing or even remembering doing the action the next day. John then realized that the officer was right and he began to take his words to heart, so he looked up to the sky and said "IM sorry I have been so selfish honey!" He then proceeded to walk to the barn and get the wheel barrel so he could gather up the dismembered limbs and bodies of the crows. When he was done throwing the crows in the wheel barrel he picked up the bottle and threw it on top. He wheeled the barrel to the burn trash pile and dumped it into the pit. He walks back to the scarecrow and picks him up off the hooks and hutches him over his shoulder and walks to the barn. He sets him next to the shelf where the lighter fluid was and picked it up with a book of matches. John then went to the fire pit and set it on fire, he prayed for forgiveness and then walked into the house to shower.
He gets to the bathroom and turns on the shower, then starts to unbutton his shirt when he hears a glass breaking downstairs. John grabs up his shotgun from the end of the bed and slowly started to head down the stairs. He hears a couple strange noises coming from the kitchen, so John takes aim as he walks into the kitchen. When John slowly gets around the corner into the kitchen he see the scarecrow that he had thrown into the garage standing there with his back to John. John then pulls the trigger of the gun scared but he hears only the click from being the gun being empty. As the scarecrow turned around to investigate the noise, John remembered that he had shot all the shells into the scarecrow drunk last night. "What the hell is going on?" John questioned as he dropped the gun and stood there in amazement.
"After all I have done for you farmer and you want to hide me in the garage!" The scarecrow said as he pulled a knife from the silverware drawer. "You can talk? Are you really alive?" John asked in panic, for now John started to realize that maybe the scarecrow did kill all those birds. As John stood there in a panic, the scarecrow started to walk towards John holding the knife in the air. "Farmer you are pathetic and I don't think you deserve to live in that skin anymore! For I have killed the crows for you and you hide me, for I have let you take out your anger on me and you hide me, for I have done all I can for you and you still want to hide me away in your GARAGE!" John turned to run away and the scarecrow throws the knife into Johns back, John slowly tumbles to the floor. The scarecrow walks over and pulls the knife from Johns back and cleans the blood off on his old work shirt. The scarecrow flips John over and kneels down next to him and says "If you aren't going to enjoy the skin you’re in, Like everything else, I will do it for you!" Then the scarecrow shoves the knife into the side of Johns face and begins to skin Johns face as John bit by bit starts to choke on the blood. The scarecrow pulls the skin off Johns face and hold it up to his own potato sack face and says "Farmer I look so much better in this don't you think?"