text: Hello everyone, first post! I have an assignment for my Dutch class. This is just 1/4th of the assignment which was: "Write a story using one the following subjects" Hope you enjoy, it's for a first that one of my own stories hits me so much. &#x200B; &#x200B; Day 1856 Dear Diary, the farmer is busy with his crops again. He has moved me to a new spot, it is nice here. I’m next to a field of cows and calves. I question how fun it would be to run with them, with our legs in the grass underneath the hot sun. Enjoying the day and at the end resting after running in the field. But unfortunately enough, I’m a scarecrow, I’m stuck on the place that was chosen for me. &#x200B; Day 1912 Dear Diary, crows are weird animals, aren’t they? Black like the midnight sky and annoying like a headache. There are a lot of crows on the field lately, luckily I am here to save the farmer’s crops from the crows. &#x200B; Day 1959 Dear Diary, every time I observe the birds there appear to be more. They’re coming closer to me. I let out a shout of anger but they show no reaction, not even a step back. They don’t hear me. But I must go on, I can not let the farmer’s crops get ruined by these birds! &#x200B; Day 1981 Dear Diary, I have been writing to you for nineteen thousand eighty-one days straight. I am still waiting on the day that you write a reply back to me. Maybe this is just a waste of time, maybe I should focus on my work and not on a diary. &#x200B; Day 2020 Dear Diary, the farmer has had enough of me and my behaviour. I couldn’t do anything about it, the birds only got closer on their own. I tried to stop them, but the only thing they did was whistle and sing at me. I am sitting in a shed, not longer near the crops. No longer near the cows and the calves in the field and no longer under the warm summer sun. &#x200B; Day 2091 Dear Diary, the farmer has got rid of me. There came a man with a pickup he took me. For those few seconds I was happy to lay in the bed of the pickup under the summer sun. Then we came at a place with no cows and calves, many crows and no summer sun. He threw me in the garden, his house blocking the summer sun. Because of the foliage and buildings you could not see the blue sky and the fields. There are only more crows. &#x200B; Day 2093 Dear Diary, this is probably the last time that I will be writing to you. The last few days I’ve only become more loose. Yesterday I lost my arm to the man. I was getting recycled as firewood in the summer. What a shame. &#x200B; Day 2094 Goodbye Diary, yesterday my last leg. I will soon be as hot as the summer sun whom which I loved so much. Hopefully it will go well for the cows and calves in the fields, hopefully I may shine on the cows and calves just like the summer sun. In the hope that they may graze in the green fields in which I first stood next to. Goodbye.. Diary..