I stared at the unusual scarecrow standing in the middle of the field. I noticed he was as tall as a giraffe. I stared at his stiff green straw hair. Around his neck was a big yellow bandana with sunflowers. Looking carefully I saw his green T-shirt with brown pockets with stars. I reached out to touch the stiff straw sticking out from his shirt. I gazed at his big pumpkin head with black moving eyes and a wide smiling mouth and a blue pointy nose. The scarecrow was holding a silver pitchfork and a fiery torch.

By Jack