100WC Week #25 – Hannah F

I didn’t really expect much, because I had been to the gardens at least thirteen times. I drag my feet as I linger behind my family. 

We passed a faded, teal statue embedded in one of the million flower beds in the garden. A fantail in the same hue as the statue made me look back. It was a scarecrow.

I wasn’t very interested in the statue, until it did something extraordinary. The scarecrow took off its straw hat and bowed. He chuckled at my look of awe, then put his hat back on and froze in the same position.