“Hurry up!”
“Keep up, if you want to go.”
Sally nodded as the three of them hurried through the
cornfield. It had become a rite of
passage for the kids in the community to sneak up to the Anderson farmhouse,
knock on the door and flee into the night before the old man stormed out
shotgun in hand.
They arrived at the farmyard.
“Go on then.
Do it.”
She moved up to the door. He was waiting ready to catch whoever came. She screamed bringing her brothers
laughing at her fright over the scarecrow they had placed on the porch.
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