It’s that time of year again. October, and time to harvest the kern...um...corn. Wielding the sickle recalls the sage advice given by your father, “Trust everyone,” he said, “but cut the corn!”
If only life were that simple.
By the time you got back to the farm house the children had taken over the town, exiled all grown-ups and declared, “Enough with corn! From now on we worship the Kern God!”