Boy, it sure was smart
to hide. After a while the townspeople go away, but a smart guy like you
knows just what to do. Keep hiding. Hide-ee-hide-ee-hide. Boy, are you
hiding. Is an Alien gonna get you? No sir. Are townspeople gonna laugh
at you. Uh-uh. Why? 'Cause you are hiding. You are a ninja of hiding.
You are a cloaked Romulan bird of prey at the hiding. Who hides good?
You do, that's who. You are a hiding fool.
Nobody holds still and crouches down and holds their pee in like you.
You are the Wolverine of hiding, the best there is at what you do, which
is hiding.
Of course, it can get a little boring after the third or fourth hour,
even for a genius level hider like you. Also kind of painful in the
haunches. Your mind starts to drift, and you think of Corn.
Corn. Corn. Corn bread. Pop corn. Corn on the cob, corn bread, corn cob
pipes. Corn husk dolls, cornpone, corn liquor, corn holing with Bubba
and Jimmy Bob down at the old corn hole near the quarry. Don Cornleone,
Cornucopia of Candy Corn, Children of the Corn...
Children
of the corn. Heh heh. Heh heh heh.
You chuckle for a while
over that image, but the noise gives you away and a bunch of feral kids
come and crucify you.
