Tweeting Crows

This comic came about while I was thinking up cow puns, which led to Scarecrow puns, which obviously led to this comic. What else was I supposed to think about whilst having a bath?
In other news, I intend to enter a scarecrow competition, in which I stuff a cow onesie with straw and call it a Scarecow... Oh, how whimsical am I!?

N.B. I'm aware that could easily be a scarecrow of any woman...

Pete's Box

It was midday and Pete was sat in his bed killing Nazis on his Playstation whilst munching a packet of cheesy nachos. His lips were orange, and so were the bed covers from where he wiped his hands to not cover his controller in cheese.

“Time you got out of bed now, Petey”, said his mum as she walked in with a pile of fresh, clean clothes. “Come on, put this shirt on. Have to look smart for the lawyer’s today.”

“Do I have to go?” moaned Pete. “It’s only Grandad’s Will reading; it’s not as if he’s going to give me anything. He never liked me.”