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Gathering Corn


Little Guy loves to help his Grandaddy. He thinks it's ever so much fun to run through the corn and look for rabbits. He bounds over the pea vines and races through the cucumber patch. There is just so very much to do in the garden this time of year.

This week he's helping cut down the corn stalks so his Grandaddy can feed them to the cows. The cows really seemed to enjoy that corn that was left on the stalks. Grandaddy said what was left of the corn wasn't worth gathering or eating. Little Guy thought Grandaddy might be hiding something. He decided to sample said corn himself. So he grabbed up an ear and headed for the house.

There he sank down in front of the garage fan. That's Little Guy's favorite spot outside. With the wind from the fan blowing his hair, he started taking the husk from the ear of corn. That took a while and made a mess. Then he tried to get the kernels of corn off. It was hard and took a lot of effort. The kernels were splotchy and he spent a lot of time spitting out stuff that wasn't any good. It wasn't nearly as much fun as the cows pretended it to be.

Little Guy pushed the corn aside and laid his long face on his little paws. Grandaddy was right. That corn wasn't worth gathering or eating. He'd just wait. Surely somebody would cook a little corn and put it in his bowl. That corn tasted good. He closed his eyes. It was time to take a nap. Helping Grandaddy was really hard work.
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