So they all lay upon the ground except the Scarecrow, and he stood up and stretched out his arms. And when the crows saw him they were frightened, as these birds always are by scarecrows, and did not dare to come any nearer. But the King Crow said: “It is only a stuffed man. I will peck his eyes out.”
He’s the king so I gave him a crown.
I’ve sort of worked out a unified aesthetic for the witch and all of her minions; you will be seeing more of that soon…




