Lying in the field Egbert, Humphrey and Onslowe basked in the rare sunny smiles of an autumn afternoon.
“That scarecrow reminds me of someone, only I can’t remember who?” said Egbert.
“Whoever it is, they need a face lift.” Onslowe scoffed.
Humphrey chuckled, while doing his best to rid his nails of dirt.
“Am very serious, I can see him but in my eyes, someone very familiar.”
“You sure it’s not Mr Eamon you’re remembering?”
Satisfied with his cleaning, Humphrey set about trimming his nail with his teeth, “Who’s Mr Eamon?
“The old fella that lives on the next farm, thin as a rail, when he laughs you can’t tell if his choking or having a heart attack.”
“I remember now, it’s the salesman from last week, I ran into him at the pub, says he’s going to make a fortune selling sunscreen.”
“Sunscreen! around these parts, the scarecrows got better job prospects than he does. He’ll make a fortune alright, a fortune of holey shoes.” Onslowe barked.
Their bellies rumbled with laughter as it started raining.
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