Cant Take My Eyes Off You CH. 1
I was surrounded by fields upon fields of corn. the warmth of the sun felt glorious on my fur, and i stopped to enjoy it. it was times like this that i didn't care if my body was covered in fur, or that i had paws for feet.
Found (Ch. 9)
"uh, hey kids," he said, hopping up from where he was sitting, "how 'bout we go explore the corn field?" "okay!" lily said, heading for the door, prompting a still rowdy, and giggling, alice to give chase, followed by trevor.
Scout's Honor Part 22
"says the guy who has a one pound bag of candy corn in the drawer." "ben, you're hiding candy?" my mother asked. she got up and headed for the kitchen. "no i'm not!" he called after her, getting up a moment later.
The First Encounter (pt 1).
After all, it was good corn -- as in seeds. others went into work. there was a blacksmith, who worked iron, and an innkeeper and his alewife, and a tavern keep.
Into The Wildlands: Chapter XXI - Harvest
Kelsey, can you focus on the corn?” “sure.” “kerry, you won't have to move much if you're on the raspberries.” “that works.” he looked to shirley. “honey, carrots.” “alright.” “and i'm on peas.” he nodded finally.
If He Only Had a Brain
The fields were awash with gold-topped wheat, corn and surrounded by a maze of tall grass that tickled theo's nose as he ran through it.
Cry me a Murder, pt 7 - The Other Side of Zero
Miguel was down by the pond that day, bleeding from his wounded arm, but he wasn't working on the pump that day; he was ditching a ruby he believed to be cursed; a single, cursed gemstone the size of a corn kernel.
Zootopia: Twas that dumb box!
Go into the kitchen an git the corn chips and soda pop! and our stick gins too!" "gins?" travis asked. "you mean guns?" "just get to it stupid?!"
A Single Candle, Part 2
"did i step on a corn?" "we didn't order corn." the coyote managed a small, mostly sincere smile. "i know -- deflection. psych 101. yes, i did learn to read at a young age, and i'm pretty sure you remembered that.
Chapter 1: A Nick and Knox Story
— nicholas — i was driving down a stretch of highway that was just… corn. corn to my left, corn to my right. for the last twenty miles, it had been fields and fields of nothing but corn. man, i was _not_ used to being in the country anymore.
Stolen Ribbons (Otherwise Untitled)
~ the jackalope, "well, i'm going to eat corn. i assume you'll figure out that soup."
The Lepanto Institute
Don john of austria has seen you get corn-cobbed. st gilbert, in his heaven, would not best impressed. (don john of austria was not as you have guessed.)