The crows appeared one after another, always bringing another piece. Sometimes a button, sometimes scraps. I had long been watching the family who were always around the farm. I watched them in silence, and sometimes they noticed and looked at me. The little one often waved or came closer to play or chased the crows away. I don’t know when I started to despise them.

The little one was cute though. She had brought me a hat a few weeks ago so I wouldn’t soak in the rain. A black hat with a big rim. I’d say it matched my outfit, but it didn’t matter what I got. With every piece I’ve worn about over the years, with every trinket brought by the crows, I felt more and more vibrant, and increasingly insensitive. I felt that my waking was coming to an end. A few more items and I’ll be ready.

I’ll be ready to get off the wooden pole and walk into the family house for a blood bath. Once I get down from here they can’t stop me, I knew that for sure. I just had to be patient enough, which I was, given that I have nothing to do in the world. They exposed me to scare the crows out of their land, but I just seemed to scare them with my look. Except for the little girl who bravely built me from dress to dress when she had something to dispose of. Can’t wait to eat her little heart out for that.

Oh look, another crow has arrived with a yellow four-hole button in its beak. It jumped over my outstretched arm to get closer to my motionless head. It leaned down under the rim of the hat to gain access to my face. It inserted the button into my previously empty black eye socket. It pushed it until the straw kept it in place. I don’t know where the crow found it, but something like this had been in my other eye for a long time. I’ve been seeing with it since.

Something happened after it put it in. Nothing supernatural, I just felt ready. Every part of my body came under my control. It was time to get out of here. The family had recently left the fields because the weather was overcast and the sun was going down. How tragic that they are to die at the end of a working day.

As I started to step off, the crows croaked as if they were excited that their structure was working. When I started walking towards the house, they all flew up like they had finished their work here and it was time to look for another one to build somewhere else. Or I just finally really scared them, as I was originally intended to be there for.

Oh look, the little girl is kneeling in the window, watching me as I approach.