Strawberry looked up at the bright yellow sun. The cool breeze smelled like the fresh-cut hay from the neighbor’s field. It was going to be a perfect day.

“Time to get to work,” she said.

She picked up a hoe and began to weed the corn. She loved to work outside and thought about how good the sweet corn would taste later in the summer. While she worked, she hummed a secret tune that only scarecrows know.