There was an old farmer in Ogun state who owned the best farm in the
area. Everybody said his crops were the best and people came from all
over to buy goods from him. Whenever people asked him how he was able to
grow such good quality crops, the farmer would say it was all down to
his Scarecrow.
"That old scarecrow is the one I have to thank" Said the farmer. "He makes no crows or critters or pests come near my crops".
The old farmer had built the scarecrow himself and it was a fearsome
sight. He spent months working on it to make it as scary as possible. He
knew how important it was to keep pests away from his crops. So he gave
it enormous straw that stretched out about 6 feet and big long legs
made it as tall as a tree. But the scariest thing about this
scarecrow was it's head.
The farmer carved it himself out of a huge
watermelon. He spent countless days and nights perfecting his design
until it was perfect. The scarecrow's face and head was so grotesque and
ugly that even he was sometimes scared to look at it. But it was very
effective, scaring away every rodent and bird that ventured near.
The neighboring farm was owned by two young men who were brothers named
Adewale and Femi. They were Lazy & never did much work around the
farm which resulted in their crops being bad. They were jealous of the
old farmer's success and were plotting against him. If they could drive
him out of business they could take over his farm and make more money.
So one night, the brothers decided to sneak onto the old farmer's land.
They stole his prized scarecrow and brought it back to their own house,
where they stuffed it in their old room so nobody would ever find it.
The next day, the farmer woke up to find his hideous scarecrow missing
and all his crops being eaten by rats and crows. He fell to his knees
and cried, knowing that his farm would soon be out of business.
Meanwhile, the brothers; Adewale and Femi, were watching from their own
property and couldn't help laughing out loud when they saw the old man's
tears of grief.
Hearing the laughter, the old farmer came over
and asked them if they knew what happened to his scarecrow. The brothers
looked him right in the eye and said they had no idea where his
precious scarecrow might be.
"but you know I'll go out of business and have to sell my farm if I can't find my scarecrow", said the farmer.
Femi just laughed in his face, saying "that's just your tough luck, isn't it?".
The old farmer walked slowly back to his house, his head hanging down in defeat and depression.
That night, as Adewale and Femi had trouble sleeping; not because they
felt remorse, but because they couldn't get the image of the scarecrow's
horrible twisted face out of their minds. They decided they would never
be able to sleep as long as that ugly Watermelon head was in their
house. So they got up and dragged the scarecrow out of the closet.
Adewale took a pestle and smashed the scarecrow's head to pieces until
all that was left was little bits of watermelon strewn around the
floor. The brothers swept up the watermelon head pieces and threw them
in the waste-bin . Then they went back to bed and were so fast asleep,
having put all thoughts of disgusting scarecrow face out of their heads.
Some time after midnight, Adewale and Femi were awoken by sounds of scratching and crawling at their bedroom door.
"Did you forget to put the dog out" asked Femi, sleepily.
"W-w-w-we don't have a dog", stammered Adewale.
Suddenly the bedroom door burst open and a solitary long straw arm
snaked in through the opening. Then a second arm thrashed around,
followed by two long stick legs. The two brothers were frozen in fear
and could only look with Horror as the headless scarecrow's body rose up
on it's long stick legs and it's long arms reached out for them in the
darkness.
Adewale felt a cold sinewy, straw claw close around his
ankle and screamed as loud as he could. He begged his brother Femi to
help him. But femi was already running out of the bedroom. Fleeing in
terror, he ran down the hallway, crashed through the front door and unto
the moonlit road.
He ran as fast as his legs could carry him,
Puffing and panting and screaming at the top of his voice. As he passed
his neighbor's house, he saw the old farmer standing at his gate. In the
moonlight, he could see the farmer just staring at him with a strange
smile on his face.
Femi kept running, his bare feet slapping
against the rough gravel road. He glanced back over his shoulder and saw
something that scared him to his very soul. He saw the scarecrow
running along the road close behind him. It as gaining on him, closer
and closer.
And that wasn't all he saw. He noticed that the scarecrow had a brand new head. And it looked a lot like Adewale...
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