Damon has always liked playing tricks. Today is no different. It's been a while since he visited a farm, anyway.
A child, a boy perhaps eight years old, was approaching him, slowly, cautiously, knowing something wasn't quite right the scarecrow whose place Damon took.
Keeping perfectly still, he made no motions as the boy came up nose-to-nose with him, inspecting the 'scarecrow' with wide eyes and a steadily increasing heartrate.
Just when the child was close enough. . .
The child screamed bloody murder and ran back inside his house as Damon reset the usual scarecrow and disappeared, grinning broadly.