Once upon a time in England, there was a scarecrow.

He stood in a field and looked like a man.

But he wasn't a real man.

The scarecrow was made off straw.

The scarecrow's head was an old football.

His face was painted on two eyes, a nose and a smiling mouth.

He didn't have hair, but he did have a hat.

It was brown, a made of felt.

A farmer used to wear it long ago.

His clothes had come from the farmer to a long brown coat with lots of pockets.

An old pair of jeans have holes in the legs.

A worn out leather belt of a rusty buckle, a red scarf with white stripes.

The scarecrow didn't have shoes because he didn't have feet.

A wooden pole kept him standing in the ground.

He never moved the scarecrow light being in the field.

You saw the sun come up every morning.

He watched the clouds drift across the sky.

At night, he gazed at the moon and counted the stars.

He enjoyed his job.

He's scared away the crows, the big, clever blackbirds that may trouble on the farm.

They stole the seeds when they were sown.

They pecked at the vegetables when the leaves began to grow. The scarecrow knew: without him, nothing would grow at all.

But this year the scarecrow had a problem.

The farmer had stuffed him full of new straw, clean yellow straw.

It made a good body.

Scarecrow was very happy.

His coat fitted him much better now, and he felt smart.

The problem was the crows.

It was spring time.

So they were building nests.

They were looking for things to use, and they had spotted the new straw.

It was perfect.

Three crows sat on a fence and looked at the scarecrow.

Look at him, said one.

He has fresh straw in all his pockets.

My little ones would love to sleep on that.

I'm going to get some.

The crow flew across the field and landed on the scarecrow.

He pushed his sharp black beak into the straw and pulled some out.

Then he flew off back to his nest.

"Look at that," said the next crow.

It was easy.

I'm going to steal some to second.

Crow flew to the scarecrow.

He took some straw.

Then the third crow flew over and stole some more.

All day long, the crows flew from their nests to the scarecrow.

They stole more and more straw, but the scarecrow couldn't stop them.

He couldn't run after them.

He couldn't wave his arms shouting, made no difference.

They simply loved on, took more straw.

By the end of the day, he was looking thin.

Oh, no, he said.

What am I going to do if they take Mawr tomorrow, there will be nothing left of me.

I can help, said a tiny voice.

Scarecrow looked down.

There was a mouse sitting on his belt buckle.

I can scare the crows away, said the mouse Scarecrow smiled.

That is very kind of you, but I don't think they would be scared.

You are very small.

That is true, said the mouse.

But I have lots of friends, and I have an idea.

He climbed up to the scarecrow ear and whispered something.

The scarecrow smiled again.

My little friend, he said.

I think that might work.

The next day came three crows flew down to the fence.

Hey, said the first Croat.

The straw man is still there.

I'm going to take more of his stuffing.

He flew to the scarecrow Justus.

He landed 20 mice jumped out.

Scare crows close on roared at him.

They wave their arms, hold faces, did everything they could to appear big and scary.

The crow flew back to his friends in horror.

Monster!

He wailed.

A monster attacked me.

It was horrible.

It had 20 heads.

I'm not going back there ever.

He flew away and he didn't come back.

Water, Baby said the second crow.

I'm not scared.

I'm going in.

He flew to the scarecrow and yeah, the crow sped back to defense.

It's true, he cried, but really is a monster hiding inside that strawman.

I saw it.

He flew away on, Didn't come back.

The third crow watched him go.

Yeah, he said, I'm not going there.

I have enough straw in my nest.

He flew away.

Yes, Cried The scarecrow.

You've done it!

They've gone!

The mice came out of their hiding holes, cheered and danced and hugged each other.

I wish I could give you a lso something, said the scarecrow.

A gift to say thank you.

You can give us something, said the mouse.

Ah, home.

Your pockets are very warm and comfortable.

We would love to stay.

Then you Xiao stay smiled Scarecrow.