The Straw Man, by Bobby Warner

Little Buff was not quite right in the head. He loved his grandpa, who always helped him when he was asked. Buff could depend on his Gramps.

Then Gramps passed on. On Halloween, Buff’s dad said, “Son, we need a straw man to put in the front yard. Get some of Gramp’s old clothes, stuff ’em, and put ’em on a pole.”

When he went with his dad outdoors to look at the straw man, Buff didn’t expect his father to become angry.

“Buff, you’ve put your grandpa up there!”

“Yes, Pa. Gramps always told me I could count on him!”


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