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.
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I can feel a revenge based follow-up to this on the horizon. And no more than he deserves!
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There’s a thought! I’m sitting here wondering what to write next – so it’s a lead of possible fecundity!
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The farmer must have xray vision!
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Yes, the farmer’s pretty amaizing.
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Is this perhaps your beginning of a disappearing series – kind of wordy/scary ‘Where’s Wally’?
And I do hope this isn’t based on one of your boyhood exploits………….
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You’ve given me a thought – O person from Robbie Burns’ City:
Gin a body meet a body
Comin thro’ the maize…
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I’m sure Robbie will feel that in this case the type of grain is immaterial – it’s the bodies and states of them that will prove the pudding ………….
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Grain is indeed immaterial once you’ve been through the mill.
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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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Thanks! SHUCKS!
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This is getting kinda corny …
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Like a Beatrix Potter story except humans instead of rabbits…
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I should’ve called one of them Peter.
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I wanted to know how they knew he was garrulous if he didn’t let anyone near? 😛 Great story as usual. 🙂
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Maybe he was more querulous than garrulous….a weird old git for sure……….
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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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Yes – querulous is definitely what he was.
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Perhaps they knew he was garrulous because Father Christmas (from Finland) always gave him a rotten potato. Something like that – you’ll be able to check up on it personally very soon!
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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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Rock salt loads in a shotgun would mostly scare, not hurt….so there may be something to what you surmise…
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Surmise all you wise. I alone know the truth of the matter – and I’m too querulous to tell!
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Jimmy Crack Corn…and I don’t care
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LOL! Very good!
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Yup. This post reminded me of lost of stories about old farmers who were protecting their property from youthful trespassers.
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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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There’s a reason they’re such fat little critters (though not so little).
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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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But OMG it is a strange and sad tale…..
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Oops…more proof that three’s a crowd.
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They weren’t intending to do THAT in the corn field! 😀
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Blimey! No trespassing, means just that. X
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But… but… no trespassing is so much more fun!
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I’ve just got back from a walk in the country and eeded to pass a stand of maize used as cover for pheasants… I felt nervous! X
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LOL! A most unpheasant walk!
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The gunshot that sounded was merely the backfire of a passing old truck. Still, Dan was found frozen stiff in the corn field, by the scent of his soiled trousers.
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Not a field of dreams ha.
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Disaster is writ large on the very first sentence.
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Egad! Is my grammar that bad!
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