CLARION Bailey hopped off the tractor hayride and trotted over to the cornfield. She spied a pumpkin hidden among the stalks and immediately crouched and placed hands on either side of her ginger-colored prize. “This one’s mine!” she declared. Pumpkins in a cornfield?

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