She tries to save her ass (literally)

The Farmer returns with a few ears of corn, placing them around her on the cross-like object.

"If they get to this while you're here, it is anal for you," he says, his voice deep and muffled.

He goes to walk away.

"One more thing."

He puts a carved-out pumpkin on her head and leaves with a deep chuckle.

Dee's wrists hurt.
Dee's ankles are sore.
Dee's back doesn't feel great either.

In spite of that, she is quite alert when she hears birds nearby.

She tries to yell and shoo them away.

It is a long day for her.

She does her best.

The crows are scared of her...or at least confused.

Either way, they don't touch the corn.

As dusk comes, she breathes a sigh of relief.

He eventually returns and chuckles.
"Good job," he say, squeezing her boobs in lieu of a handshake.

He leaves and makes her wait to be let down.

She's finally let inside for a rest, but is still tied up.

Come nighttime, she is put on display inside for him to have some fun.