Crows cawed over a great mass of cornfield. If one were to gaze at it from an aerial view, one would find multiple crop circles as well as a
slight plague of blight towards the east.
"Aaare we there yeeet?!!" Yelled Bebé, who was being dragged by Oilspot, holding her leg. "Iʼm TIIIIRED..."
"Youʼve been dragged around for half an hour." Daniel said. "You
didnʼt even walk!"
"Say..." said Daniel, noticing one particular ear of corn. "Someoneʼs been here before..."
"What?" Bebé asked, leaning upward.
"This cornfield doesnʼt look like anyoneʼs been here in a million years!" Oilspot exclaimed.
"No," said Daniel. "I know farms—if this part of corn is so well cared for, there certainly must be someone here!" Daniel wafted through the long shafts of corn, yelling out "HELLOOOOOOOOO?!!"
Suddenly, a head popped out from between the fields of corn. It was a scarecrow wearing a straw hat with a flower on top, blue jean overalls, and a pink blouse. This scarecrow looked rather feminine, and Toto II started barking at it.
"Hi, Iʼm Wichita!" The female scarecrow smiled and hugged Danny very tightly.
"Daniel Gale." Daniel introduced himself.
"WOOOOOOW, DOROTHY GOT BUSYYYY!!" She whooped. "Youʼre probably familiar with my dad."
"The Scarecrow?"
"OOOH, HOW DID YOU KNOW??" Wichita smiled.
"Yʼknow, when I was born, your mom gave my dad the idea to name me."
"By the way," said Oilspot. "Do you want to come with us? Weʼre gonna defeat the Gnome King!"
"Of course!" Wichita said. "Itʼs because of that guy that I canʼt sell my familyʼs kettle corn recipe—PEOPLE CANNOT BE DENIED THAT WONDERFUL RIGHT!!"
"Hear hear!" Daniel said.
RRAF!* Toto II barked, Wichita started to pet his fur.