ITP: CORN PUNS
[How about those cornfields, camp? due to one boy's crashing through them he seems to have caused a maize of sorts to crop up.
but somewhere in the middle of these winding stalks and the end of the beaten-down path sits Rouma, happily stuffing his face with a pile of perhaps the best raw corn you'll ever have. feel free to partake; he'll lend an ear to anyone that asks.
or just get lost in the maze pathways for a kernel of fun amongst yourselves.]
Here, you can have this one.
but somewhere in the middle of these winding stalks and the end of the beaten-down path sits Rouma, happily stuffing his face with a pile of perhaps the best raw corn you'll ever have. feel free to partake; he'll lend an ear to anyone that asks.
or just get lost in the maze pathways for a kernel of fun amongst yourselves.]
Here, you can have this one.