What The Corn Says

Maecia, Have you ever held a conch shell to your ear so you can hear the ocean? Have you ever held a bushel of Everfall-grown corn to your ear? The principle is much the same, but all the more disturbing are the results. Whispers, barely perceptible at first, seem to emanate from the kernels. A scratchy voice tells tales in tongues with the occasional recognizable word slipping through. I heard your name, Maecia, and knew I had to write to you at once. Please come see me soon. Clark