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John kept his promise and stayed up all night watching the cornfields; nobody came out, not even a bird or creepy child. He gave me the boring report late the next morning when he stumbled into the kitchen where I’d just prepared my lunch specialty, a peanut butter and butter sandwich; biting into the sandwich reminded me that we’d have to go to the food store for some jelly.
“So no sign of our unwanted guest or the Great Pumpkin?” I asked him as he slipped onto one of the island stools. With his limp limbs and dark eyes he looked like something the cat had dragged in, then back out, then back in.
John shook his head. “I saw nothing out there but corn.”
I sat on a stool beside him. “I suppose it could have been worse. You could have been abducted by aliens and made me jealous wh
