儿童英语读物 The Clue in the Corn Maze CHAPTER 1 Corn, Corn, and More Corn!

“Isn’t it amazing?” ten-year-old Violet Alden said as she gazed out the back seat window of the Aldens’ rented van. “No matter where you look, all you see is corn, corn and more corn.”



“I like corn-on-the-cob,” said Benny, Violet’s six-year-old brother. “Iowa produces more corn than any other state,” their older sister, Jessie, said. Jessie, who was twelve, had read quite a bit about Iowa during their three-hour plane ride from Connecticut that morning.



“Did you know corn is used to make lots of things besides food?” fourteen-year-old Henry Alden piped up from the front seat. “I learned in school that there’s corn in fuel, batteries, detergents 1, and sometimes even clothes.”



“Really?” Benny wrinkled his nose. “Is there corn in my shirt?” He stared down at his T-shirt.



“I don’t know if there’s corn in that particular shirt,” Henry said with a laugh. “But I know that cornstarch is used to make the fibers 2 stronger in certain fabrics 3.” Henry was glad he remembered so much from the corn unit.



“All this talk about corn is making me hungry,” Benny said as he rubbed his stomach.



“We just had lunch in the airport, Benny,” Violet reminded him.



“I know. But I love corn-on-the-cob,” Benny said. “With butter.”



“Well, I’m sure you’ll be able to get something to eat soon,” Grandfather said, smiling at Benny through the rearview mirror. “We should be arriving at Ken 4’s farm in a few minutes.”



Ken Johnson was an old friend of Grandfather’s. He had invited James Alden and his grandchildren to visit during the King Corn Days Festival and see his famous corn maze 5. People came from all over Iowa to see Ken Johnson’s corn maze. Each year’s maze was bigger and better than the one before it.



“I can’t wait to see the corn maze,” Violet said eagerly.



“What’s a corn maze again?” Benny asked.



“Well, you know what a maze is,” Jessie said. “You have a book of mazes 6 at home, remember? A maze is a kind of puzzle where there’s a picture and you begin in one of the openings and follow the paths and try to find your way out again.”



“And a corn maze is a maze that’s cut into a cornfield,” Grandfather explained.



“You mean we’ll actually get to walk inside the corn maze and find our way out?” Benny asked.



“Yes,” Grandfather replied.



“Oh, boy!” Benny squealed 7 with excitement. “I can’t wait, either!”



“There’s a sign on that fence ahead,” Henry said. He pointed 8 at a plain white sign with black lettering that read “Johnson’s Corn Maze, Turn Here.”



Grandfather turned onto a narrower road. There were no other vehicles in sight. Just fields of corn that stretched as far as the eye could see.



“Mr. Johnson sure lives a long way from town,” Violet said.



“And I’m sure he’s quite happy about that,” Grandfather replied. “Ken never was much of a city person. He likes the wide open space of the country. He likes to be where things are growing. That’s why he quit his job all those years ago and bought this farm.”



“Look at all those vegetables for sale,” Jessie said as they passed a small white farmhouse 9. There were bins 10 of corn, tomatoes, carrots, onions, cucumbers, beans, and squash spread out across the yard in front of the house. A sign in the driveway read “Peggy’s Vegetable Stand.”



“Ken said we’d pass a vegetable stand right before we got to his place,” Grandfather said. “His house should be the next one.”



“There it is!” Benny cried, wiggling in his seat.



Grandfather turned in at the next driveway. He followed the dusty drive that led between a dark red barn and a tall white farmhouse with a huge wrap-around porch.



“Hey, Mr. Johnson has vegetables for sale, too!” Violet pointed at a picnic table that was piled high with cucumbers, beans, tomatoes, and squash.



Grandfather drove around behind the house and parked in front of a wide cornfield. As soon as the van came to a stop, all four doors opened and the Aldens hopped 11 out.



“Is that the corn maze?” Benny stared wide-eyed at the wall of corn in front of him. The corn stood even taller than Grandfather!



“Yes, Benny,” Jessie replied. There were two openings into the field. One was marked “Entrance,” the other was marked “Exit.” But there was a piece of tape stretched across the entrance. The sign that hung from the tape read “Closed Today.”



“Closed today?” Violet said. She looked up at the clear blue sky. “But it’s such a nice day. Why would the maze be closed?”



“I don’t know,” Grandfather said.



“Maybe Mr. Johnson is getting the maze ready for the festival on Saturday,” Jessie suggested.



“James!” A heavy-set man who was older than Grandfather plodded 12 down the farmhouse steps with his cane 13. His grin stretched from ear to ear as he greeted the Aldens.



“Ken!” Grandfather exclaimed. “It’s so good to see you again!” The two men hugged. Then Grandfather introduced the children.



“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Johnson,” Jessie said politely. The four children shook hands with him in turn.



“Please, call me Ken!” He smiled at the children.



“You sure have a nice farm, Ken,” Violet said.



Besides the house and barn, there were a couple of large utility buildings, a small white storage shed, and off to the side, a white trailer.



“That trailer reminds me of our boxcar,” Benny said.



Henry told Ken how he and the other children had run away before they knew their grandfather because they were afraid he would be mean. They had found an old boxcar in the woods and lived in it for a while.



“But Grandfather found us and we went to live with him,” Jessie explained.



“He even moved the boxcar to our house in Greenfield so we can play in it anytime we want,” Violet went on.



“Does anybody live in that trailer?” Benny asked Ken.



“Yes, my farmhand, Jack 14 Sweeney,” Ken replied. “In fact, there he is over by the barn. Hey, Jack! Come on over and say hello to the Aldens!”



Jack Sweeney was a large, stocky man in his mid-fifties. He wore denim 15 overalls 16 and cowboy boots that were caked with mud. He carried a metal bucket that was full of white toilet paper.



Jack nodded at the Aldens. “Sorry, I’ve got work to do,” he said stiffly. Then he went into the barn.



Ken frowned slightly as he leaned on his cane. “You’ll have to excuse Jack. We had some vandalism last night and he’s trying to get things cleaned up.”



“Vandalism?” Benny asked. “What’s vandalism?”



“It’s when someone damages another person’s property on purpose,” Jessie explained.



“Someone wound toilet paper all through the maze,” Ken said. “They made quite a mess. We had to close down for the day in order to get it all cleaned up.”



“That’s terrible!” Jessie exclaimed. “Who would do such a thing?”



“I don’t know,” Ken replied. “Somebody who wants me to cancel the King Corn Days Festival this weekend. Look what else we found.” Ken reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled 17 sheet of paper. The paper contained a bunch of letters that had been cut out of magazines and newspapers and arranged on the paper to read CANCEL THE FESTIVAL.



“Jack found this in the center of the maze,” Ken explained.



“Why would someone want to stop the King Corn Days Festival?” Grandfather asked.



“It’s a mystery,” Ken replied.



“We’re good at solving mysteries,” Benny spoke 18 up as Jack Sweeney came out of the barn with an empty bucket. Jack had a stern look on his face.



“Maybe we could look around in the maze and see if we can find some clues,” Henry offered.



“No!” Jack said, blocking the entrance to the maze. “You kids stay out of there.”



“Jack’s been working hard cleaning up the maze all day,” Ken said apologetically. “Let’s let him finish. Once he’s done, you kids can go in there.”



“We could help you clean up, Mr. Sweeney,” Jessie offered. “Then you’ll get done a little sooner.”



“I don’t need any help,” Mr. Sweeney said gruffly.



“Why don’t you all bring your things inside,” Ken said, leading them away from the cornfield. “Are you hungry? I baked a couple of blueberry pies this morning.”



“Blueberry pie?” Benny’s eyes lit up. “Oh, boy!”



“Ken has always been a wonderful cook,” Grandfather said.



Ken smiled. “After we’ve had some pie, I’ll show you around the farm. Maybe by then Jack will be done working and you can see the maze.”



Jack muttered something under his breath, then lumbered 19 back into the maze.



“It seems strange that Mr. Sweeney wouldn’t want some help cleaning up all that toilet paper,” Jessie said as she and Henry lagged behind the others.



Henry shrugged 20. “He’s probably got his own system for getting things done. Maybe he thought we’d just get in his way.”