In a quiet village, there lived a hardworking farmer. He toiled day and night in his vast field, growing golden grains to feed his family and the townsfolk. One fine morning, he discovered a flock of cranes, trampling on his newly planted seeds, pecking them out of the soil with their long beaks.
At first, the farmer tried to scare the cranes away by waving his empty sling in the air. The cranes, startled by the whooshing sound, would fly away, only to return once the farmer's back was turned. This game of chase continued for several days, with the farmer getting more exhausted each time, while the cranes grew bolder.
Seeing his crops disappearing with each passing day, the farmer knew he had to act swiftly. So, he decided to fill his sling with rocks. The next morning, as the cranes returned, the farmer swung his loaded sling. The rocks whizzed past the cranes, close enough to make them feel the danger.
The cranes, who until now had been fearless, learned the hard way that the farmer meant business. Realizing the field was no longer a safe place to feast, they took off in a flutter of feathers and never returned. The farmer sighed in relief, knowing his field was now safe from the pesky cranes.
In a teeny-tiny village that was so quaint it looked like it jumped right out of a storybook, a farmer was hard at work. He wasn’t just any farmer; he was the kind of farmer who'd hum catchy tunes while he planted, making the worms wiggle and dance below. He loved his golden grains. They weren't just breakfast. They were... *drumroll* ... breakfast with sparkles!
But one bright morning, while he was playing pretend-concert with his rake as a guitar, he noticed some cranes treating his field like an all-you-can-eat buffet. They pranced and danced, nibbling on the seeds as if they were candy.
"Hey! This isn’t a snack bar!” he called, waving his empty sling which kind of, sort of, looked like a spaghetti noodle in the wind. The cranes blinked, a little confused, but flew off, only to come back when they thought he wasn't looking. "Hide and seek, is it?" muttered the farmer.
After a few days of this hide-and-seek and the farmer's failed scare tactics, he had a light bulb moment. "Aha! Time to add a bit of rock-n-roll!" He filled his sling with tiny pebbles, not to hurt them, but to give them a little 'rock show'.
The next crane-party on his field was interrupted by pebbles zooming past them, close enough for one crane to squawk, "Who ordered the meteor shower?"
Realizing the free food party was over, the cranes flapped their wings and took off, probably in search of a quieter diner. The farmer, watching them leave, chuckled, "Well, rock beats scissors and... grains, I guess!"
He went back to his grains, humming his tunes, happy in the knowledge that his field was now a crane-free zone.
Once upon a village scene,
A farmer's field, so vast and green.
He worked it with all his might,
From morning's glow to fall of night.
Golden grains began to sprout,
'Til cranes arrived, a noisy bout.
With long beaks, they'd dance and play,
Pecking seeds, then fly away.
The farmer tried with sling to scare,
Those cranes who seemed without a care.
But each time he looked away,
Back they'd come, to peck and play.
For days this game, it carried on,
Till farmer's hope was nearly gone.
Cranes grew bolder, with no dismay,
'Til the farmer thought of a new way.
He filled his sling with stones so round,
To guard his crops, he was bound.
He swung it wide, the rocks did sail,
Cranes saw the threat, turned all pale.
They realized the feast was done,
The field was not for freebie fun.
Away they flew, their lesson learned,
The farmer's peace was finally earned.
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