Scarecrow Mayhem

Frankie was doing his nightly walks under the stars with RockSmith, the air was chillier now so that means he has to wear his pants! summer return to him he misses his shorts as they were strolling by the Whitley farm, there were sure a lot of rows of things and stuff. He didn't know much about farming but knew it was hard work to make things grow right while chasing away pests and bugs that try to nibble the goodies. He wondered if he would have it easier as a farmer but he really can't give up his love for the ocean, any day now he'll find it but he has to update his map in the mean time when he heard a commotion from up ahead, what's that? A friend in need of help? He's on his way!

They hurried along and the two of them saw a covenant of cuerasu fighting playing with a scarecrow making all it's stuffing and clothes go wayward and with them was Whitley who was trying to shoo them away, they put RockSmith into their pocket and hurried along almost tripping in the process before making a loud noise causing the cuerasu's to flee with a startled expression, it probably helped that the clouds surrounding him gave him an odd appearance. Frankie stopped his running and stood by the other cossetling to see what was up now "Oh hey uh...Frankie right?" they nodded at her "Thanks for the help but now I gotta fix up this guy" they said with a sigh. He looked at the shabby and deflated scarecrow "I just don't get it, they don't peck at my fields but the scarecrow is messed up each harvest season" which was a confusing to the cossetling since they didn't know what cuerasu's were thinking at all.

Frankie patted her shoulder and set his kerora down so they both could help gather the straw that was scattered about "Oh helping me out?" they asked with a small smile as they nodded up at them "Thanks, It won't take but a minute to fix up this old guy...been in the family for generations ya know?" he did not know! Which made him stare at the old clothes the scareccorw wore.

The straw was slowly gathered up as they kept an eye out on the mischievous birds that were perched on a tree nearby waiting for a chance to strike, RockSmith helped by holding the straw on top of his head where it sat there perfectly still while Frankie piled it on him, they let out a soft ribbit at each pile landing on him. "I think that's all of it! Just hand it here and I'll stuff it in a jiffy" they held their hand out and in handfuls the scarecrow slowly filled back up. Once all the traw was put back, Whitley began to use a minor spell of patching to fix up any holes the scarecrow had "Miss Whitley" he spoke up after staying silent their entire interaction "Yes Frankie?" she was fixing the hat on the propped up doll thing "How come they're not called scareasues? is it cause they don't scare cuerasus?" She pondered that for a bit. Why were they called scarecrows? Well the likely answer was that they were just mimicking names from that mysterious far off planet as they patted the other and fixed his little sailor hat on him "I guess the first cossetling that made them thought it was a nicer name?" She said with a smile at the other as he spread his arms a little in excitement. "You look like the scarecrow" she laughed making him smile a bit as RockSmith hopped into his pocket and snuggled into it happily "Well don't stay out too late, it's getting really cold out now" He nodded and before he could take a step the cuerasus' all landed on him, Frankie stood still as the covenant began to flap their wings "Wh-" Whitley didn't understand what she was looking at as the cosprouts began to carry him away "Frankie!" He let out a tiny bleat as he was lifted into the air "It's fine!! See ya tomorrow!!" he said not worried at all as they were carried away "Goodnight Miss Whitley!!" before she knew it he was gone in the distant sky "Uh...goodnight? By the watcher, what was tonight" nobody will ever know as she went off towards home to go to bed, this was a problem for tomorrow's Whitley.