crow

By and by an old crow flew near me, and after looking at me carefully he perched upon my shoulder and said:

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.

“I felt sad at this, for it showed I was not such a good Scarecrow after all; but the old crow comforted me, saying, ‘If you only had brains in your head you would be as good a man as any of them, and a better man than some of them.

Brains are the only things worth having in this world, no matter whether one is a crow or a man.’