As Chad plodded along in the ditch, his human faculties began to reassert after walking half a mile. It occurred to him that he could get to Snake's faster if instead of walking 2 more miles to the crossroad and turning right and walking 2.5 more miles, he could go diagonally through the cornfields. He pursed his lips, licked his finger and tested the wind direction. Then he climbed the fence and started through the cornfields making what he thought was a beeline to Snake's place and his warm hard penis.
Coach Sinclair in the meantime had awakened. He stretched and went out to collect his Speedo from the clothesline. There was a crow roosting on the closest post of the clothesline. It cawed and flew away. He stared at the one clothespin on the line and the other lying in the grass. Someone had stolen Chad. It wasn't as if Chad could walk off, or could he? The jock was all Speedo by now. Still Sinclair has tried to restore him for the baseball roster, but nothing happened. Maybe it took longer? So if Chad reverted to human where woud he go? His house? The high school? Someplace else? No. Someone saw his Speedo drying on the line and stole it. Probably a senior prank: Rick, maybe?
Bruno, possibly? Chad? In any other situation, Chad would have been the prime suspect behind this style prank. But Chad was the missing Speedo, so he couldn't be the Speedo thief.
Sinclair relaxed a bit. If it was a prank, he would get his Speedo back. It would be flying from the flagpole or mounted in the trophy case or worn by the school statue. He was sure of that. Unless it wasn't a prank.
Chad hadn't expected to find that cutting through the tall stalks of corn would be so annoying. Leaves scratched and hit him as the close packed corn stalks blew in the wind. A startled crow shrieked at him. Then as he pushed his way through another row, stumbling through the loose rocky and sometimes muddy soil. He fell more than once as he stumbled through the corn maze. He came into a clearing. He was startled to see a man's crotch at eye level. He immediately headed for the crotch. That was where Speedos belonged, on men's crotches. That was where Chad belonged. He stood staring straight at the crotch, waiting for the man to speak. The man didn't speak.
Finally, Chad looked up. It wasn't a real man. He struggled to recall the word. Fake man in cornfield. Mannequin? No. Dummy? Not the right word. Why was it here? To scare crows! He remembered! It was a scarecrow.
The scarecrow was dressed in clothes. Chad was naked. But Speedos didn't wear clothes. Chad was a Speedo. Chad was a man. Men wore clothes?