"River!" The girl called as she dismounted her horse by the cornfield and pulled down the scarecrow off the back of her chestnut horse that was damaged beyond prepare.
"Here!" A masculine voice replied as he appeared from under the truck. "Just fixing the old man" He replied as he stood up and wiped the oil from his hands onto the rag.
"Damn, It's been some freaky fun friday- you're a sludgy oil monster and I've got the fifth damaged scarecrow" She threw it aside in the pile of others before advancing on her friend.
A cheeky smile lifted his lips, showing off his dimples. "Come here, let me give you a hug" His hands were still covered in oil and he extended them in a zombie like manner.
The girl simply squealed and squirmed away from his touch, once again, running towards the cornfields.
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Cornfield Chases
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