In the distance, Jack noticed a cluster of small, white dots amidst the cornstalks, but he couldn’t make out what they were until he drew closer. As he abandoned his tractor and approached the strange sight, Giselle joined him, her inquisitive gaze fixed upon the mysterious shapes.
Despite their proximity to the field, neither could have predicted the sight that awaited them. “What is this dad?” She asked. Jack wished he could answer her but he was just as puzzled as she was. What the heck was he looking at?! And where was all his corn?