Treehouse of horror.
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I remember it clearly, the never-ending expanse of golden maize, smothered the terrain like a blanket. Vivid wild flowers sprinkled the meadows like stars on the night's sky. Great hay bales stood sturdy and provided a tremendous obstacle course. Although this natural masterpiece was only yards from my house, it astounded me every time. "You can play in the fields, but don't go beyond the fence, and be back before tea!" These were the stern words that often left my mother's mouth, but the sun was bright and I was bored. A jungle of tall, hazy corn lay ahead, and at head-height, my pace was extremely restricted as I marched onwards. The decrepit, old fence now approached my trail, but something else grabbed my vision. A faint outline protruded from the otherwise horizontal field. This discovery now made my tedious trek surprisingly intriguing. Questions popped into my mind, where had this...


