一年过后，稻草人变成了哲学家。
再次路过时，我看见两只乌鸦在他的帽子下筑巢。
the scarecro in this lonely field.”
and he said, “the joy of scaring is a deep and lasting one, and i never tire of it.”
said i, after a minute of thought, “it is true; for i too have kno ain i sa a nest under his hat.
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