Strawberry Scarecrow stood quietly in the corn field one August afternoon. Rex Crow, Strawberry’s best friend, landed on her shoulder.

“I’m bored,” moaned Rex. “There just isn’t anything to do. It’s too hot to dig for worms. And the other crows have flown to Farmer John’s for a little treat in his sunflower field. I didn’t feel like going. Help me out, will you?”