"You work from sun up to sundown, tending the fields, babying your crops and livestock to eke out a living. Then one morning, you wake up to find dead birds strewn across your fields, and all your wheat crop smashed and bent over, and you swear to yourself that your scarecrow is smiling now. The other farmers tell you stories about missing chickens and uprooted vegetable crops. You chuckle and think it's a good thing that he's stuck to that wooden stake, but just in case, you start sleeping with