*** Tenth in a series ***
Max Le Monk, the monkey puppet, and I wandered left and right, then right again, then left at the forked path, then left again at the T, then right when we realized we were right back at where we were 3 rights ago.
"And on your birthday, I'm buying you a ticket to a corn maze, too," Max said with his typically snide attitude. "Except I'm waiting for you at the bar." I did have to consider apologizing to Max. I guess I thought this would be fun for his birthday. I guess I guessed wrong.
Maybe we should have watched the weather. It was a sunny day in the 90s. Out in the maze, it felt even hotter.
And, although we could not feel any breeze, the thousands of stalks around us seem to sway with and intense hustling and bustling motion, as if we were in the corn world's Times Square. It was all so loud and at the same time so very quiet.
While you're standing in the middle of this cornfield, the wind begins to blow and the rustling of the cornstalks seem to whisper.
He's kinda sensitive so ask him nice, but don't butter him up and he'll tell you the way out.