That would be a good way of getting a foot in the door This is our old scarecrow, Steve. He ran off with a parking meter
I had to move Barry the Scarecrow before the campers turn up. He'd scare most of them He's now up on the lookout tree house above the wheat field. He's got his own fishing rod
I reckon Barry hopes to catch some admirers - he has a huge ego y'know, and is always after recognition. Maybe he thinks he's handsome Looks like he may have caught worms to me
Barry is a Scarecrow, he likes to fish for Eels. He doesn't know that where he casts his bait is just a field. He fishes on the low tide, he fishes on the high, It's been a week but still there is, no sign of Eely pie.