Look at our pitiful scarecrow…he’s seen better days.
For starters, he’s got no head. We didn’t even bother giving him a nice jack-o-lantern head this year.
And he’s got a serious case of muffin top bursting out the sides of his overalls. No feet. No hands.
Now before you go being all judgmental on my scarecrow, remember that he’s survived a flood. He was floating around down in the basement when we pulled him out, so try to have a little compassion on him, okay?
We are gonna have to give him a little cosmetic surgery before putting him out next year, though. We can’t have the whole town gossiping over how he’s let himself go, now can we?