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Children's Stories
by Margo Fallis
Lost In the Cornfield

"Pssst. Poke!" whispered Beans, the rooster. "I heard Farmer Roy talking about his cornfield. He says its ten feet high. Do you feel like having a corn supper?"

Poke opened his eyes. He was lying deep in the mud behind the barn. "Did you say corn?" he said, suddenly getting excited. "Ten feet tall? Corn?"

"Shhhh. We donít want any of the other animals on the farm to hear. Letís keep it our secret and then we wonít have to share," the rooster said.

Poke climbed out of the mud. It dripped in big globs to the ground. Beans jumped backwards so it wouldnít splash on him. "Now I know why they call you beans. You jump around a lot, like a Mexican jumping bean," Poke yawned. "Now, which way to the cornfield?"

"Follow me," Beans said softly. The two animals headed for the corn. "There it is up ahead. Wow, it does look like itís ten feet tall."

Poke stopped and looked. "Thereís enough corn for us to eat for a month," he smiled.

"Youíre right. I didnít realize there would be so much. That means all the more for us. Why donít you start over there and Iíll start over here. We can meet up in the middle, when weíve had our fill," Beans suggested.

Without answering, Poke headed for the tall corn. "Those are the biggest corn cobs Iíve ever seen," he said, ripping one from the stalk and munching it quickly. "Oh my. They taste even better than they look. I think Iíll just have another." He ate one and then another and another. Soon he found himself in the middle of the cornfield. By the time he finally felt full, there wasnít one corncob left on any of the stalks. "Time to go and find Beans," he said. His tummy was full and fat and hung clear to the ground. He walked a little way and stopped. "Hey, where am I? Do I go this way or that way?" He turned his head to the left and then he turned his head to the right. It looked the same. All he could see were corn stalks and dirt. He began to shout, "Beans. Where are you, Beans?"

Beans had eaten so much corn that it was stuck to his feathers, his beak, his comb and his feet. His tummy was so fat that he could barely even waddle like a duck. He couldnít crow if he wanted to. He heard his name being called. "Iím here, Poke. Where are you?" he shouted back, which isnít easy to do with a fat tummy.

"Iím lost, Beans, I canít find my way out of the corn field. Why donít you cock-a-doodle-doo and Iíll find your voice?" Poke shouted.

Beans wasnít in the mood to shout and he certainly couldnít crow. He looked around. All he could see were cornstalks too. "I think Iím lost, just like Poke is and Iím too full to fly. Oh dear!" Beans mumbled.

"Beans! Beans! I donít hear you crowing," Poke called.

Beans took a deep breath and tried to crow. "Cock-aÖ.." He could say no more. He started feeling sick. He sat down on a clump of dirt and sighed.

"Beans! Where are you?" Poke called again. Poke had started to walk through the corn. He bumped into and trampled down many of the cornstalks. "I donít want to be lost. I want to find Beans," he whined. "I feel like crying," he said. He sat down on the dirt and began to sob.

Beans heard Poke crying. With great effort, he stood up and started walking through the cornstalks, heading for Pokeís sobs. "Keep crying," Beans muttered.

Poke wiped the tears from his eyes. Just then he heard a noise. "What was that?" he wondered. He heard the noise again. "Whoís there?" he yelled.

Beans came walking through the corn. "Itís only me. Iím glad I found you. Iíve got to sit down now. Iím so tired and so full." Beans looked at Pokeís tummy. "I see youíre full too," he laughed.

The two animals sat there, both too full to move. After several hours and three naps each, they felt like there were able to move. "Time to head back to the barn," Poke said. The two animals were feeling better but were still fat from all the corn. "Next time you think of mentioning coming to the cornfields, please, change your mind. I donít want to eat corn for a long, long, long time."

Beans didnít say a word. He agreed. He knew it would be a long, long, long, long time before he ever ate corn again. "Come on, Poke. Letís get you back to the mud," Beans said and the two walked through the tall corn towards the barn.

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