You had recently moved into an old farm house in the middle of England to get away from the busy life. The building itself was made of old rickety wood, but outside was a huge wheat field that went on for what seemed like forever. But a little walk from the house, stood a large scarecrow. He was dark and kind of spooky, but what you didn't know, this scarecrow came alive every Autumn. And for you, it was early October.