Amidst the snow covered woods, I feel like a miniscule red particle navigating my way deeper into the woods. As I approach a thicket of fallen trees, a solitary figure comes into view. Cautiously I approach, noticing the figure never moves. Upon nearing, I can see it's a scarecrow. What in the world is a scarecrow doing in such a place? There's no sign of crops from previous seasons. More importantly, who put it here, and why?
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