Once i said to a scarecrow, "You must be tired of standing in this lonely field".

And he said, "The joy of scaring is a deep and lasting one,and i never tire of it".

Said i,after a minute of thought, "It is true;for i too have knows that joy".

Said he, "Only those who are stuffed with straw can know it".

Then i left him,not knowing whether he had complimented or belittled me.

A year passed,during which the scarecrow turned philosopher.

And when i passed by him again i saw two crows building a nest under his hat.