Thread:BlackDragonKid/@comment-26863232-20181107214505/@comment-26863232-20181110043700

The scarecrow looks at you, transfixing you with its yellow-iris stare, and then blinks.

Then, something falls out of its arm. A slip of paper.

''Hello, my name is Harley. Sorry if it takes me long to communicate, writing is hard. Especially when you don't have any hands to write with! I'm a scarecrow that contains the ghost of a donkey. And I keep bad spirits away. Also, can you stop staring at me? You're making me feel slightly self-conscious.''