Scarecrow

The farmer planted him one day. Oh, actually, made him. He took all of his hay and all of his clothes and made what you see in the picture. Don't be fooled, he wasn't smiling. The farmer didn't give him a smile. He didn't give him a creative system. Why should he give him a creative system? The farmer didn't have any art on the walls, because there was no art on the walls. The Scarecrow was all he needed.
"I love it," he said. "I love it with all my heart." That was a very unnerving thing to say. His animals were jealous. He never told them that he loved them with all his heart. The chickens clucked, the horse neighed, and the cows mooed until their udders were blue. Then the Farmer finally recognized why his Scarecrow never smiled. He never cared for everyone he knew very well. The Scarecrow slapped him in the face and said, "I'll let the crows get me."
And that's what he did. The farmer looked down at the crows, pecking and killing the scarecrow. Teary eyed, the farmer watched his invention being done. As he looked high into the sky, he saw a precious mountain. The scarecrow's spirit was put on it by crows, and all at once the scarecrow was handed a clarinet. As he played it, it started to rain. The raindrops left the most heartbreaking dew that anyone could ever experience. But the scarecrow kept playing his soft melody.
Perhaps the rain would mix with the Farmer's regretful tears.
Category:Minifigures
Category:Series 11 Minifigures