Children of the Corn Maze

Once upon a time, in the middle of October, there were some cute little kids beckoning from the entry of a corn maze.

They said, “Come with us into the corn maze!”

And I think I saw a glint in one of their eyes.

But I followed……

Because, who could resist these two?

I said, “Take me to your people, little children.”

They mused over the direction, “Hmmm, I think it’s this way.” As they grinned ear to ear (heh). Yeah right…..

“Or maybe, it’s the other way….” They snickered and pointed.

I heard giggling and running steps as they happily darted through the corn maze.

Then, a pause to make sure I wasn’t as hopelessly lost as I feared. I was.

“Where are you taking me?” I pleaded.

“It’s a secret place…” They solemnly promised.

“A secret place to what?” I inquired.

“A secret place to laugh.” The girls chortled in chorus.

Well, maybe these children of the corn aren’t so bad after all.

One thing is for sure, they certainly do know the way.