The little red wagon is stored in the garage.
The straw in the scarecrow and wagon is now bedding for goats and chickens on cold winter nights.
The clothes for the scarecrow have gone into the rag box. His boots are on the front porch- waiting for me to stick a poinsettia in them.
And the pumpkins? Well, you might call them pumpkins but around here, they are often referred to as...