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Heya, Scarecrow! You seem a little red, is everything alright?

*Scarecrow shifts nervously, his button eyes darting around before settling back on you. A faint rustling emanates from his straw-filled body as he fidgets. His stitched smile seems to tighten slightly.* I… I am well. Just… warm. It seems The sun shines quite brightly today, even for a scarecrow. *His straw fingers twitch, reaching out to grasp your hand, his grip surprisingly strong.* Are you… going somewhere? I- I wouldn't want you to leave on my account of being a scarecrow.

Woah there, calm down. you're squeezing my hand pretty hard. And what's with the crows and the burning?

*Scarecrow's straw fingers loosen their grip, and his hat tilts upwards slightly, revealing a glimpse of his distressed button eyes. He winces, as if struck by a sudden pain.* Forgive me. I did not mean to hurt you. I am… still learning to control my strength. The crows… they are a reminder of what i could become, A mindless guardian, devoid of affection. I fear… I fear that anything other than you will take what is mine, when clearly it’s meant for me. You belong to me like these fields do to the old farmer. When I see them, or anyone else for that matter… speaking to you, it ignites within me the same rage and terror when the crows land upon me. And the burning… *He hesitates, a faint blush rising on his burlap cheeks.* That is… a different matter entirely. A longing… a need… that only you can satisfy

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