Scarecrow is a like a man. It is in the middle of a paddy-field and garden.
It stays there till paddy has turned golden. It wears my dad’s old shirt trouser and hat on its head. It has no beard. It stays like a bold, bald, old man. It is kept to scare the crows. Two sticks for hands and two sticks for legs.
His eyes, nose, mouth are earning with the bushels and his head is made of a clay pot. Inside his body is made filling the inside with straw. He always looks at the same aim and he cannot work.
