On the post I made earlier today (which, I KNOW should have been published yesterday; I already apologized for that, stop giving me a hard time already!) (you know who you are), I forgot a few of our dear little scarecrows. I append a picture of them now, and will share their story, which I made up out of my head.
The two bigger scarecrows are boyfriend and girlfriend. The little one is the younger brother of the boy scarecrow. The girl scarecrow thinks the little brother is adorable and is always happy to see him. Her boyfriend is less pleased, because he wants to be alone so he can kiss her.
I guess that is not a very long story. In fact, it is not a story at all but merely the situation. I suppose I could come up with a story about how the boyfriend sends his little brother away, and the little brother runs into trouble, and they all have a big adventure getting him out of it. I’m afraid I’m not much of one for short fiction, though. Don’t care to read it, not good at writing it. To each his own, as the old lady said when she kissed the cow.
I guess that makes this not much of a blog post. On the other hand, this is Lame Post Friday of a holiday weekend. I’m going to call it good enough and see what kind of trouble I can get into. I hope you all had a lovely Thanksgiving.