Bertram’s next class was Literature and he spent it half taking in what their teacher was saying and half talking with a bubbly scarecrow. He had experienced a living scarecrow once before, for a year when he was seven. His father had enchanted their one and it had been his best friend. They did everything together until that storm hit. The worst storm in years. Rain, wind, lightning! Swampy grounds and fallen trees. A tree was what killed his friend, broke Merlin’s magic and turned him to just straw again. So talking to this scarecrow, Peckerhead, was reminiscent of the good times with his friend.
OMG THE BACKSTORY
THAT IS THE SADDEST THING IVE EVER READ WTHHHHHh
omg that breaks my heart-
ALSO SO LUCKY TO TALK TO PECKERHEAD THAT IS SO CUTE BUT ALSO SAD
jskdkdkdk wow mood
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