The King of the Crows

Sometimes Giggle Sprout befuddles me. Like the time he decided he was going to be, of all things, a scarecrow.

Whoever heard of a scary Brussels sprout?
Well, I can tell you one thing: it's his brain that's scary.

His plan, he very confidently told me, was that he would stand in the field, arms outstretched, eyes stern, and all the crows would tremble.

The reality:

A crow immediately landed nearby.

I watched the crow tilt its head as it hopped closer.

“Oh dear,” whispered Giggle Sprout.

I looked at the crow, happily pecking at the ground next to him.
I could have sworn it was laughing at Giggle Sprout.

I decided to put my green-headed friend out of his misery.
“Uh… it’s just not working.”

Giggle Sprout thought very hard. Then he grinned.
“Well, I guess I’m more of a crow magnet then!”

He flung his stick arms wide and loudly pronounced:
“From now on I shall attract birds far and wide!”

The crow gave a cheerful caw. Or was that a mocking cackle?

Then, with the utmost pride, Giggle Sprout leaned forward, spread his arms even wider, and shouted:
“I’m the King of the Crows!”

I blinked. Unbelievable.
Even the crow seemed to agree.
Monarchy for Giggle Sprout? Maybe some other day.

Still, I have to admit, he does make the field more fun.