Made up of burlap sacks, old clothes and a trusty pitchfork, scarecrows are the keepers of the corn. Pouched above the field they stand guard over their stalks by evoking fear into anything that threatens the crop. Night and day, they protect the sacred plants that have given them life. Recent construction in the area has put a strain on our area's cornfields. Varmints, pests and wondering guests have started making their way into the maize - spreading their filth amongst the husk. With each wilted, black ear that falls from its stalk, the scarecrows become possessed with rage...an ear for an ear - an eye for an eye. Is this year's crop too far gone to save? Either way, it's going to be a very Dark Harvest.