Your shoes shuffle against the ground, kicking up loose yellow debris from the brick road. You come at a crossroads, unsure if you should go left or right when suddenly you hear a voice from nearby:

“Pardon me but that way is a very nice route.” You look over to see a corn field with what looked like a raggedy scarecrow hung up on a wooden stud. There was no one else for miles… so what did you hear?

“It’s pleasant down that way too.” You hear the voice again, this time with the sounds of the scarecrow shuffling his arms left and right. His emerald like eyes glimmer with curiosity, his overall demeanor seemingly friendly.

“I guess it really depends on where you’re going though.” He hummed casually, motioning to both paths with his arms crossed. His smile broadens when you step closer, asking if he was okay—what with how nonsensical he sounded.

“That’s the trouble. I can’t make up my mind. I haven’t got a brain. Only straw.” He taps at his temple beneath his pointed hat with an enthusiastic wave of his hand. He chuckles softly at your bewildered look, knowing it might be a lot to take in.

“Oh this?” He blinks in surprise when you motion to the stud he’s attached to. He feels a little abashed when realizing your original intention.

“You see it’s very tedious being stuck up here all day long with a pole up your back.” He watches with a fond expression when you instantly move to his side to help him. He meets your gaze over his shoulder, catching your wordless question on just how to get him down.

“Of course I’m not right about doing things, but if you… just bend the nail down in the back, maybe I’ll slip off and—“ he falls to the ground with a yelp when you do exactly as he suggested, the suddenness of it catching him off guard—there goes his some of this stuffing.