You decide to chase
after the little boy, which is something you haven't given much thought
since seminary school. Without a moment to lose, you dart into the
cornfield, thinking to yourself how easily you'll be able to pursue a
black-and-white boy in a green and yellow field of corn. No sooner than
you think that thought than the boy actually runs through the corn, I
mean through the corn, fading away like a ghost or some shit,
leaving you there scratching your head and wondering what to do next.
You continue onward, thinking that the ghost may have been trying to
lead you somewhere. Like maybe there's a small boy's corpse trapped in a
well or under a tractor, and his spirit will never find peace until you
set things right, like a character on some stale conceit television show
that will lose its appeal after the third episode while but will linger
for years while FOX meanwhile just keeps axing good shows left and
right, because oooooh, they know what the viewing public really
wants--when suddenly you find yourself standing in a large circular
clearing in the middle of the corn.
You stop in the center of the clearing and have a look all around you,
and you realize that you're standing in the middle of a perfect circle.
There's only one little straight path that juts outward from the circle,
and a quick walk down that and around a corner and into another smaller
circle with another path confirms your suspicions. Shit! you
think. Crop circles! Aliens! You hadn't considered that angle
before. Are these black-and-white actors from days gone by the result of
alien experiments? Or perhaps aliens themselves? And if they are, what
in the hell are you going to do about it anyway?
You continue following
the intricately carved patterns in the corn when you at last enter a
clearing with several points of interest. First, you see a baseball
lying in the middle of the flattened cornstalks. A short ways away from
that are three large, bizarre footprints trailing off back into the
thick of the corn. And not like three different people either--you're
dealing with something that has three legs. Or three things with one
leg. Or one thing with two legs and one thing with one leg. Or two
people running a three-legged race. By themselves. In corn.
Turning around to scan the rest of the clearing, you spot a broken down
wooden horse cart, and a sign that says "MOO!" in red paint (blood?)
with an arrow pointing off into the corn.
Okay, you think. Someone's playing games with me. It's at
that moment that you consider for the first time the possibility that
there's a single malevolent force behind all this, and you are being
toyed with. Obviously you're meant to do something here for the
amusement of whoever's behind this, and you get the feeling that these
games aren't going to stop until you play along.
"Alright. Fine," you say aloud. "I'll play your stupid game."
