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The crow landed on the arm of the scarecrow.
“Well, I never,” thought the scarecrow.
The crow groomed himself and just sat there.
What on earth. They were supposed to be afraid of him.
A bit of wind made the crow flap the wings briefly.
This is really too much!
"Oh, what's that on your face?" asked the crow.
What, what? The thing was talking!
"That's so sweet. It's a ladybird!"
A ladybird? Where, where?
The crow laughed. "You crossed your eyes!"
The scarecrow smiled.
"Friends? I promise not to eat the crops here."
“Friends.”
And even the ladybird smiled.
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