Recently, your house had been swept away by a hurricane, but instead of dying, you and your trusty cake hound ended up in a whimsical land of good and bad Cookie witches and a lot other creatures. To go back home, you had been told to follow along the golden brick road.

When you had gone several miles you thought you would stop to rest, and so you climbed to the top of the fence beside the road and sat down. There was a great cornfield beyond the fence, and not far away you saw a Scarecrow, placed high on a pole to keep the birds from the ripe corn. He seemed to be trying to fend them off by singing loudly.

While you were looking earnestly into the queer, painted face of the Scarecrow, you were surprised to see one of the eyes slowly wink at you. You thought you must have been mistaken, at first, for none of the scarcrows back home ever wink (and then, they didn't sing either); but presently the figure nodded its head to you in a friendly way.

"Good day," said the Scarecrow, in a rather cheerful voice.