Well, here’s the story as it was told to me by my pappy and he was told by his pappy, when he was a young boy like me. It seems there was an old, cranky farmer named Harold who lived on a farm with his loyal mule, his sunbeaten and faded scarecrow, and a field full of unusually large sunflowers. Harold was known in the neighboring towns as a sourpuss who always had something negative to say. He had been a farmer all his life, and while he loved the land, he didn’t love the work that came with it.