Corn Field 5.18.2011

The crow cawed again as he whirled around, searching. 

“Come on!” he shouted. 

The only sound was that of the wind rustling through the corn stalks.

He looked up at the bright blue sky and squinted in the sun light. 

“Come on Daniel!” He shouted loudly. 

He looked over his shoulder suddenly and saw the corn stalks waving unnaturally behind him. He gasped. 

He yelled loudly so his brother could hear. 

“Come on! I’m sick of playing hide and seek! You win! No tagging me! You’re cheating and I am hungry! Mom is making Peanut butter and Jelly! Let’s go!”