"Good enough. I think we can manage that."

Winston rears up on his hind legs, positively dwarfing the scarecrows now. Two of the trio there actually back up, surprised all of a sudden. A sharp whistling sound splits the air and four more of the animated troublemakers pop up out of the cornrows. Torches and pitchforks in hand, they seem to set up a sort of makeshift picket line.

"It would appear they've decided that they can take us on. Or that numbers make them bold and stupid."