On a school field trip, third-graders Tony and Martha decided to do a little independent exploring. Slipping away from the rest of the group, they headed into a secluded field.
“I think they’re some kind of scarecrows or something.” The boy wrinkled his nose in thought.
“That seems silly. I mean they look like they’re working, and they’re…” she blushed gazing at the straw women’s attributes. “…women.”
“Let’s have a closer look.” Tony started to run forward.
“Wait! Remember? The farmer told Mr. Pushkin none of us were allowed in this field, and that it was dangerous.”
He turned back toward her. “Oh, come on. We aren’t going to hurt anything. I just want to…”
“Tony! Get out of there!”
He saw the expression of horror on Martha’s face and then spun toward the field. The straw people were moving. One of them was swinging her ax…
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