A Lonely Scarecrow (IC)

[TearsoftheWorld]

OOC: http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=579760
---

Patches walked down a long, windy road that seemed to go on for miles and miles. She had no idea as to how long she had been traveling, nor did she have any idea as to where she was going. Patches finally stopped to rest by a small, wooden fence by the side of the road, setting her hat down and running a hand through her hair.

"Don't tell me you're tired already," a tiny little crow said as he leapt down from Patches shoulder to one of the fence posts.

"My feet hurt."

"You don't technically have feet, you twit."

"Yes I do. They're right there," Patches remarked, lifting up her legs to show off the small feet she had.

Mr. Crow looked down at her feet before looking away.

"I guess you can call those feet. So why are we stopping again?"

"Because I'm tired," Patches said.

"But we took a break not more than ten minutes ago."

"You try walking for that long. I've had to sit on a wooden post for the last twenty years."

Mr. Crow flapped his wings annoyingly, but he had to choice in the matter. He couldn't really fly, and walking was too much of a bother. So he saved time and energy by perching himself up onto one of Patches shoulders, going along for the ride.

 

[purple_star]

Patches sighed, and while leaning against the fence she surveyed the landscape. As far as she could see around her there was only open field, and the winding road that seemed to lead nowhere.

It was so monotonous standing in the sun all day, gazing out at a flat landscape that offered nothing to break the repetitiveness of it all. Patches was so glad that for once she could swing her arms a bit, as she walked away from the perch that she had occupied for so many years, instead of having to keep them stretched wide in an attempt to scare crows who really weren’t all that afraid of her anyway.

“Alright, I suppose we should start moving again. Everything still looks exactly the same as it did when I started walking.”

“Yes, well that’s because you haven’t gone very far have you?”

“Oh, just keep quiet and come along”.

Mr. Crow jumped back up from the fence post and once more settled on Patches shoulder. They continued to walk for quite some time. On occasion Patches would stop to rest her tired feet, and Mr. Crow would chastise her for her sluggishness.

“Come on scarecrow, move move! We can’t stay standing here all day, or are you only looking for a new spot from which to ‘scare’ crows. I swear you’ve taken root we’ve been hovering here soooo long”.

Patches sighed and glared at the little crow on her shoulder.

“I never invited you along you know”, she told the crow scathingly. But secretly she was happy for the company and hoped that he wouldn’t go away.

The crow just ruffled his feathers. “You wouldn’t last long without me.”

She started walking again, and after a few minutes when she looked up she saw something on the horizon. The little crow also looked in the direction she was staring at.

“It looks like a forest”, Mr. Crow said.

Patches looked puzzled. “What’s a forest?” she asked.

 

[AoNoDoY]

Noc

Noc stood at a crossroads. To his left stretched a vast plain. To his right was the beginning of a forest.

He looked at the face of a compass he held in his hand. The glass dome over the top of the face was cracked, and the needle of the compass turned lazily like the second-hand of an old watch.

"West. West. When the wind's from the west, the fish bite the best.
When the wind's from the east the fish bite the least.
Look to the north, don't even venture forth. Don't even venture forth.
Walk to the south, you might get socked in the mouth.

"Not south then. West, for the fish. West not north, not south. West is best. Which way's west?"

He looked up from the compass. Way in the distance, almost to the horizon of the flat plain, Noc saw a puff of dust. In the middle of the dust, he could make out a figure walking.

"Could be trouble. Could get socked in the mouth. Could be friend; could be foe. Don't venture forth. I never should have ventured forth. Could be friend; could be food."

 

[AoNoDoY]

"Now I'm really very hungry, for some food, and for some company. Whoever is walking way off down the dusty road in the distance SURE is walking slow. I wonder if they know which way way is west. Or which way is best?"