760. In a field of maize

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The three young guys thought they’d take a shortcut through Old Jimmy McDonald’s maize field. The three had been friends since they started school way back. Now they were in their teens. Old Jimmy McDonald was a garrulous old bastard. He didn’t let anyone near his property.

It was a mad thing to take a shortcut through Old Jimmy McDonald’s maize field.

“He can’t see us,” said Ned. “The corn’s too high.”

“Let’s do it!” said Joe.

“Let’s go!” said Dan.

Through they went, stealthily so as not to move the tall maize too much. Suddenly a gunshot sounded. They took off. They ran like hell. They didn’t squash the maize too much but they escaped. Phew! They were safe! Safe on the far side!

“Where’s Dan?” said Joe.

38 thoughts on “760. In a field of maize

  1. Cynthia Jobin

    A nicely corny story, and reading. I was all ears. Dan is probably just stunned and will emerge in a few moments and say “Gotcha!” to his pals who were for a bit afraid and dismaized at what might have occurred.

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      1. wolfberryknits

        Oh querulous, lovely! :)) I had an English teacher in grade ten who taught us a new ‘fancy’ word every week (including garrulous) I swear I can nearly remember them all, she was such a brilliant teacher! She liked the crotchety ones like querulous, cantankerous, fractious…also pedantic and sycophantic…luminescent, erudite…the list goes on 🙂

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  2. arlingwoman

    Dan is squirming in a row somewhere burning with rock salt. Nothing worse than that. Funny I was thinking about Comin’ Through the Rye a couple days ago. If a body meet a body com in’ through the rye, If a body kiss a body, would a body cry? No rock salt (or buckshot) there…

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        1. Bruce Goodman Post author

          I almost remember those days! I recall, when living in North Carolina, being so excited: a family of mother and babies of groundhogs had moved into under the shed. It was a wonder for this country lad from New Zealand! “How much wood would a woodchuck chuck…” How exciting is that! And the next morning they had stripped my gorgeous six foot sunflowers bare!

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      My great grandfather died after phosphorus in his pocket caught on fire. He was killing rabbits – putting the stuff down rabbit holes. This is all to do with little we’ve been talking about. LOL

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