The night the scarecrows invaded Woodstock GA.

Once upon a time, nestled in the rolling hills of North Georgia, there was a quaint, joyful town named Woodstock.

Woodstock was the kind of town where neighbors still greeted each other with a smile, kids played safely in the streets, and the local bakery (Pie Barn) always had fresh pies cooling by the window. Mayor Caldwell, a congenial man with a twinkle in his eye, ruled the roost, ensuring that the happiness quotient of the town never dipped.

Late one autumn evening, the tranquility of the town was disturbed by an unusual event. From the surrounding countryside, hundreds of scarecrows began to shuffle into town. They came in all shapes and sizes - some tall and lanky, others short and round - but all had the same straw-filled bodies and stitched-on smiles.

Mayor Caldwell, not one to be easily frightened, had heard tales of such occurrences from past officeholders in towns. With a determined expression, he approached the straw-filled visitors. He offered them a wicked bargain: "As the mayor, I welcome you to Woodstock," he began, "on one condition - you must exude joy and friendliness to our families, kids, and pets.

Also, in return for your stay, we request you share intriguing happenings about our town during your visit. If you agree, you're welcome to stay undisturbed for a month."

With a rustling of straw, the leader scarecrow nodded, agreeing to the mayor's deal.

Thus, the scarecrows integrated into the lives of the townsfolk. They not only stood sentinel along the streets of the town, warding off pesky ghosts and goblins but also became the gregarious couriers of the town, their straw hats and ingenious designs delighted one and all. They'd regale the townsfolk with information, adding a dash of fun, such as the secret ingredient for a pumpkin latte or the date of the next concert at the town square.

Kids would rush home after school, eager to see what scarecrows had arrived. Families would gather around, taking pictures and their laughter echoing through the crisp autumn air.

The month passed quickly, and as promised, the scarecrows made their quiet exit one moonlit night, leaving behind a town buzzing with stories and smiles. Mayor Caldwell waved them off, grateful for the unique experience they brought to his village. As the last scarecrow shuffled out, a parting gift was found - a straw hat filled with kernels, symbolizing the seeds of joy they had planted in Woodstock.

And so, the tale of the friendly scarecrows was woven into the rich tapestry of Woodstock's history, remembered every autumn as the town gathered to share stories and laughter, and the Mayor is always ready to welcome the scarecrows return. Be looking for the scarecrows to return SOON.