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gets everything handed to him on a silver platter,

four

… she had

gotten the grades, done the hard yards,

five

… yet she can only watch

in silence as her dream slips through her fingers. The girl’s jealousy

only grows with each step. Bring the hat to her father? She tosses it

aside, watching it roll into the shadows in guilty satisfaction.

Sloth: a lack of energy to confront the obstacles in life

. The old dog yawns

at the sudden intrusion of the disk. Slowly extending onto all fours, it

swerves around to avoid the strange object, unintentionally knocking

over some metallic cylinders. It yawns again, and lies down to resume

its sleep, completely unaware of the mess it had just stirred up.

Wrath: caused by a betrayal, it threatens the vows which bond two people

together. In the events which followed, I cursed my marble eyes for having no lids

to blind me from all that was happening

. The farmer, red and shaking, had

raised his fist. Clenched in his hand was the housewife’s one-way

ticket to freedom, stained by food scraps and odour. The housewife

cowered in response. The two children sat on the staircase banister,

eyes wide and terrified at the commotion. The housewife, suitcase

in one hand, crumpled slip of paper in the other, walked out of his

life, having garnered the courage to search once again for the

entrance to that dream.

You have shut yourself away for endless days, sinking deeply into bottles of

misery and self-pity, ignoring the calls of nature. You have been a friend and my

creator, you gave me life and a purpose, and for that I am grateful. Tomorrow,

your crops will be gone, as will the purpose that you gave me. But until then, I

cannot abandon my duty. With the straw hat back on my head, where it should

never have left, I will stand tall, completely at ease, scanning for intruders with

my marble eyes, my lips tightly sealed to never reveal the secrets entangled in the

strands of straw. Pride: it’s a deadly sin.

A Scarecrow’s

Sins

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