Hi i’m midnight, i’m also a crow.I’m called midnight because i’m black.There is this very lovely garden next to the maple tree that I live in.But theirs that darn scar crow.I don’t know why they call it a scar crow.All I know is that it’s scary.None of my friends or family has gone near is ever sins a long time ago.About fifty or forty years ago or some thing like that.Any way my grand father Star went on it and fell on his wing it heart him really bad but he got better.Ever sins that day none of the crows I know go close to that scar crow again. Of course a new scar crow comes out every year they get old fast.But I don’t know if that scar crow is real or not but it definitely looks real to me.I’m getting hungry I should get some food some place.Or I could get it right in that garden.Trust me thous tomatoes are so juicy.I rely should not but it’s so tempting. Maybe gust one wont heart.I swooped down as fast as I could and got the juristic tomato in that garden.But gust as I was about to get out of that garden.Swoop that darn scar crow banged it out of my beck.I stumbled to the ground.I wasn’t heart but.Then suddenly out of no where I herd a door screech it’s the farmer everyone flue up in the tree except for me I was stuck on a piece of yarn that was stuck in the ground. I squawk and squeak but the farmer gust seemed to look around but did not see me at all.
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