Once Colonel had slept he felt refreshed, he rushed downstairs and made himself breakfast. He was so eager to get the Scarecrow made amd built so he could plant crops again.
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He grabbed the clothes fir the Scarecrow and a knife too, he tried so hard to put it on the Scarecrow but it wasn't working, he persevered and kept going at it until he eventually did it. Unfortunately during the process of doing this he cut his left hand with the knife.
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He was carving a horrible demon looking face into the bag of hay and straw for the head when a lightning storm mysteriously appeared again, but this time it was 5x worse...
