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The crowd of crows perched on the farmer’s fence. They were hungry, but they also were afraid because right there in the middle of the corn field was the farmer, his arms out to warn them not to eat on his property.

“If that farmer weren’t there, I’d fly down right now and have a feast,” said one bragging crow.

“Me, too,” said another, fluffing out his wings to look bigger than he actually was.

“I’ve a good mind to fly down on that farmer’s hat,” said the third crow.

But none of the crows moved, except from time to time to fly away from the field, returning to see if the farmer was still there. “He’s one stubborn man,” said one of the crows.

“Maybe if we wait until it gets dark, the farmer will be as hungry and tried as we are, and go home,” said one crow, shifting his position on the fence.

The crows waited. And waited. And waited. But by the light of the moon the farmer looked even more scary with his arms casting a long shadow across the field.

Morning came. The crows had had enough. “That farmer will never leave,” said one, as they flew off in search of a better corn field.

After eating his breakfast, the farmer came out of his house and went into the field to put more straw into the scarecrow’s chest, glad to keep his crop safe.

Moral: Your worst fears may be wrong.