"THE SCARECROW"
Once I said to a scarecrow, "You must be tired of standing in this lonely field.” 

And he said, "The joy of scaring is a deep and lasting on, and I never tire of it." 

Said I, after a minute of thought, "It is true; for I too have known that joy." 

Said he, "Only those who are stuffed with straw can know it." 

Then I left him, not knowing whether he had complimented or belittled
me. A year passed, during which the scarecrow turned philosopher. And
when I passed by him again I saw two crows building a nest under his hat