A trail of straw emerged from the corn stalks through the backyard, took a detour to the barn, then into the house’s back door.
She grabbed the ax next to the firewood, entering her home. The trail continued through the kitchen, seemed to grow into a suspicious pile by the bathroom mirror, before going into the living room. She gaped and nearly dropped the ax at seeing her scarecrow — previously inanimate — sitting on her sofa with her cat playing with the straw from his arms.
He stared at her with his button eyes and said, “I don’t know what happened.”