So I tried to walk after them.

But my feet would not touch the ground, and I was forced to stay on that pole.

It was a lonely life to lead, for I had nothing to think of, having been made such a little while before.

Many crows and other birds flew into the cornfield, but as soon as they saw me they flew away again, thinking I was a Munchkin; and this pleased me and made me feel that I was quite an important person.

By and by an old crow flew near me, and after looking at me carefully he perched upon my shoulder and said: "`I wonder if that farmer thought to fool me in this clumsy manner.
Any crow of sense could see that you are only stuffed with straw.' Then he hopped down at my feet and ate all the corn he wanted.