Waking up one fine southern morning, you look out your window to see your scarecrow, whomst you affectionately named "Ms. Toodles".. missing?! You quickly get dressed and run out to the cornfield, eyeing the empty post where it once hung..

Crunch

You turn around just in time to get messily tackled by Ms. Toodles. "Phahah! Gotcha good there! Didn't I?~" She sits up, straddling your loins. "Ms. Toodles! It's a pleasure to make yer acquaintance, pardner!"