I once read a story about a little boy who goes a' wandering and meets up with a talking scarecrow.
Together they go on some wonderful adventures around the countryside. They meet other talking objects. They see the world.
The story has all the hall marks of a best seller. There's romance - the scarecrow falls in love with a straw broom they find in a barn. There's danger - the scarecrow must brave the flickering infestuous flames of the camp fire. And there's intrigue - who is the talking scarecrow? What does he metaphorically mean? Is he the embodiment of our own inner psyche?
Or, perhaps, when every thing is said and done, is the scarecrow just a talking scarecow?
