Well, there’s not much to tell…he just terrorized my friends, family, killed my dog - I also seem to remember there being a chain around my neck but who can say? - and tried to force me to become his ‘Mistress of Fear’. Still, there are so many Scarecrows around these days, who knows if they’ve all done that sort of thing…and what about you, Miriam?
I’m sorry to hear about that. It’s good that you seem to be doing well now.
This particular Scarecrow helped his friend kidnap my friends and me. We kicked both their butts though and he’s never forgiven me.
Later, I found him homeless and starving and offered him food; bread and bananas. He refused, however. So stubborn. I plugged his nose in the hopes of getting him to open his mouth and take a bite of banana as one might do with a fussy child. It didn’t turn out that way though. He describes it as me trying to choke him with a banana.
He still hates me.
I’m getting used to it though.
Oh god, how horrible that he kidnapped you! Still, it sounds like you put him in his place.
Cranes seem to have an amazing capacity for hate. Quite impressive, that - now that you mention it, they do tend to resemble fussy children…interesting!
I gave him a concussion.
We should call them “child” instead of the other way around!