Excited voice of the children drew Salome’s attention and before she could say hey presto, they burst into the kitchen trailing mud and straw. They were running after the chickens again for fun. Raising her voice to scold them for bringing in dirt, little Jude interrupted her:
“Look what we found Gramma,” he was clutching a strange straw bag.
“Leave it there and let me finish what I’m doing,” thinking it was probably filled with mushrooms or a frog, she continued plucking the cockerel for chicken stew, but their eager faces made her pause to take a peek.
A dumbfounded Salome burst into tears and laughter when she emptied the contents of the bag.
They kids had knocked Bernard’s scarecrow over and in a bid to piece it together, they found the straw bag.
Her late husband Bernard had been a dear man and many times the funny looking scarecrow made her smile in recollection of how much he had been drawn to it as his Dementia got worse.
She had no idea he had hidden lots of coins and forgot where he kept it.
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