Poppa Corn

“You reincarnated, as a talking cornfield?” she asks.

“It’s corny, I know,” he says.

“Dad…”

“Sorry.”

“How’d this happen?”

“No clue! I’m a-maize’ed!”

“Dad!”

“Sorry.”

“So, are you back to stalk me, or what?” she grins.

“If you’ve got a theory, I’m all ears!”


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