Corn as far as the eye could see. row after row after row. Acre after acre after acre. Farm after farm after farm. Sonny Nelson was a corn farmer. Always was. He stood there on his porch looking at all that corn. It was all you could see except for the road which led to the next farm, a corn farm. Then Sonny snapped.

He jumped on the thresher and took off. he cut a new road through his corn fields. He got to the end of his and went straight through Billy Carlson's fields. Then he hit Ben Dawson's place.

"Sheriff, you better come quick! I think Sonny's slipped his gears. He's, he's run amok."

"Amok? Say, that's a pretty big word. Okay. I'm on my way."

It wasn't hard to track sonny's movements. Just follow the new road through the corn fields. The sheriff caught up to Sonny near the county line. He blew his horn for Sonny to stop. Sonny looked at him and kept going. That pissed the sheriff off. He then put the siren on. That pissed Sonny off. If he was going to stop he would have. That sheriff is an idiot.

Sonny looked at his fuel gauge and saw it was close to empty. Dang! That ole sheriff would probably arrest him if he stopped to get some fuel. Got to get rid of him. Sonny turned the thresher around and headed right at the sheriff. The sheriff turned tail and drove away from Sonny. Sonny took a right when he saw the sheriff take a left. He got more fuel.

The sheriff called a vet friend of his. The vet showed up with a tranquilizer gun.

"Don't know exactly how much to put in this. Sonny's bigger than a dog but smaller than a bear."

"Load that thing all the way up. I'm bringing Sonny down."

Sonny sits on the porch at the home and looks out at the row after row after row of corn. He doesn't see the corn. He sees wheat, oats, anything but corn.