I am surrounded by corn fields. I took this pic of the corn field by my house today , its still nice and green, well the tops are all brown and dried out. The corn is about 8 to 9 feet tall? Its a lot taller them me with my arm stretch as high as it will go! I was told that you can get lost in a corn field? I don't see how as they plant the corn in a straight row, all you would have to do is follow a row till you came to a road and then you wouldn't be lost anymore! I can see how if some crazy axe man was chasing you that you could hide in a corn field from him. Well, maybe a skinny person could, a bigger person would probably leave a trail of broken corn stalks! or have to go slow and go sideways in the corn row and then the crazy axe man would be able to catch you! As you can tell from this post, I was in the corn field as I thought all about this. Being that I don't like spiders I don't think that my 1st choice would be to go to the corn field if I was being chased by the crazy axe man, nor would I run into my forest! I have been in the forest a time or too looking for my dumb dog and if I thought that there was too many spiders in the cornfield? there is a ton more in the forest! plus there is the tick factor! I have to admit that I find it odd for myself that I would let spiders and ticks stop me from going there if I was being chased by a crazy axe man. So if a crazy axe man does decide to chase me, I think that I will have to come up with a different plan! Or maybe I should stop reading books about crazy axe men? Ya think?
I think you're reading way to many scary books. Could I interest you in some nice soft romance!!!!! NOT!
ReplyDeleteI have read a lot of Grace Livingston Hill and Barbra Cartland or and I cant forget Victoria Holt! that wwas way way back. So noop, dont like nice soft romance anymore
ReplyDeleteMaybe you'll start thinking about "children of the corn" - remember that horror flick? I'd be scared to be out there in that cornfield all by myself. I worry about ax murderers at the cabin too and then I remind myself that nobody is going to walk 3 miles down that muddy trail to stand in the rain and hide behind the outhouse until I decide to go. Too much trouble.
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