As I was walking down the path I heard a thump behind me. I turned to look and there it stood , the stake that held our scarecrow. The scarecrow had a raggedy hat and a coat made out of a sack. There was the stake, but where was the scarecrow?
I heard a noise and smelt some straw, just like the bag of sticks that scares away the birds. I looked down at my feet but nothing was to be seen. I thought and thought, but had no idea where it could be!
I heard a groan and was shocked when something poked me in the leg. “Ow!” I cried and looked behind me and just guess what I saw …
I saw the scarecrow! Trying to… grab my leg? If it was trying to grab my leg it was failing miserably.
I easily walked away from the scarecrow and from then on the scarecrow was called failing sticks!