“A very happy man, Sam spent the next few months with Loryn and his happiness prevented him from noticing that the corn in his fields had stopped growing. It had been months since the planting, and the following day’s three-foot growth spurt, but now it seemed that the corn had stopped maturing. Two hundred acres of still six-foot cornstalks with no hint of corn on any of them haunted him. He walked the fields searching for just one ear of corn, but there were none. He checked the soil and found the morning dew supplied sufficient moisture, even though it had never rained once since he had come to the town. It appeared to be late fall, but the temperatures didn’t get any colder. The whole growing season for corn appeared to be out of whack with no reasons as to why. Loryn didn’t have any answers, and her only…