Children of the Corn

His head shot up out of the hay the moment he heard his uncles call for them. Whenever Uncle Enigma was around, it was always something good! Wiggling his way out of the hay pile he was playing in, he sauntered past his brother's makeshift den. Peeking in, he spotted his brother half buried in the pile of hay, and a mischevious grin spread across his maw. Creeping forward, he climbed up on the old wooden crates that were stacked haphazardly against the wall. He tiptoed to the very edge that the crate would allow, and with a flying leap, he jumped right into the pile of hay that his brother was sleeping in! "Wake up! Uncle 'nigma is callin' us! I bet it's somethin' fun!" He burst from the hay before his brother could retaliate, laughing as he raced from the stall and out of the barn. Skidding to a halt in front of his uncle, he beamed as he realized he was the first one there!