[ WP ] every person who comments on this are all living in a small village in the countryside . Somehow your story has to tie in with some one else 's story . First person to submit gets to choose the main plot . Be creative !

We have this tradition in my town. We call it Scarecrow Night. 
 
 The last Saturday of October, we all dress in our best clothes and go to the clearings we've left unsowed all year and light fires and spend all night telling stories and roasting marshmallows and sausages. The entire town has to be there, even the kids. You just do n't go home on Scarecrow Night. You just dont' go to sleep in Scarecrow Night. It's important. Even the elderly, even the sick, go to the fields and stay up all night. 
 
 I had just had my sixteenth birthday and dad say uncle Jim was in charge of telling me, I did n't know what. So when it came the last Saturday of October, he took me and three other girls to a different clearing, far away from the town and the fields, and he made us sit in a log, and he sat on the other side of a small fire. 
 
 He touched his beard and then he began to talk, without looking at us. 
 
 `` This night belongs to the crows...''
