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Whoosh, whoosh, I heard a sound as I was walking through the cornfield on a golden sunny, autumn day. Suddenly, I saw a scarecrow as big as a garden hoe moving around on a post. He wore an old blue shirt and red pants. His pants were covered with patches. I smiled when I saw his round googly eyes. His nose reminded me of a ladybug. In his hands was a large rusty pitchfork.
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