SOMETHING IS MOVING IN THE CORN… THE STRAW REAPER.
The wind has stopped. But the stalks are still rustling.
Then you hear it—the scrape of heavy boots dragging through the dirt. Something you passed hanging on a wooden post is following you home.
Meet The Straw Reaper, the cornfield dweller with fire in his eyes, a jagged pumpkin grin, and crooked claws reaching out from shredded sleeves. For generations, folks have left him standing watch over the harvest.
Nobody stays after sundown to see what he does with it.
Now We’ll Pin Ya! brings this nightmare to your collection in an enamel pin packed with sinister autumn detail.
Pin him to your cap… and count the footsteps behind you.
The harvest is ready. And he’s spotted you.
SOMETHING IS MOVING IN THE CORN… THE STRAW REAPER.
The wind has stopped. But the stalks are still rustling.
Then you hear it—the scrape of heavy boots dragging through the dirt. Something you passed hanging on a wooden post is following you home.
Meet The Straw Reaper, the cornfield dweller with fire in his eyes, a jagged pumpkin grin, and crooked claws reaching out from shredded sleeves. For generations, folks have left him standing watch over the harvest.
Nobody stays after sundown to see what he does with it.
Now We’ll Pin Ya! brings this nightmare to your collection in an enamel pin packed with sinister autumn detail.
Pin him to your cap… and count the footsteps behind you.
The harvest is ready. And he’s spotted you.
