After we were done jumping in the leaves, we raked them all back up and made a scarecrow out of some old clothes of mine. Later that day when I was mowing the lawn, I kept catching sight of him out of the corner of my eye, and almost every time jumped a little because I thought there was a real person sitting there. Not that he looks very realistic - but it's weird how the brain works, isn't it?

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