There's a more or less retired praka predator named Fastpaw who was once quite the amoral people-eater, but he mellowed after he got married and got a pardon, so these days he runs an orphanage with his wife. Yes, seriously.

But even today he can't resist taking a shot at any passing kender. Kender are an innocent if naturally kleptomaniacal race and Fastpaw, being a bard, has honed his performance of "There's something stuck in my teeth" to a fine art. The result is he has quite a collection of Kender hoopaks, their racial walking stick/weapon. The scarecrow in his garden is two lashed together, the tomatoes in his garden grow up the things, etc.

And of course the garden is partially fertilized with used-to-be-kender, because when one of them trustingly looks in his mouth to see what's stuck between his back teeth they really do become a "passing" kender. Or one to be passed anyway. 83