Hello everyone. My name is Pa. Pa Corn Husker. I live on a farm in south-eastern Ontario. Guess what I grow I on my farm. Yep, you got it, corn. I am a corn farmer. I have a wife, Ma Corn Husker and two children, Betsy Corn Husker and Baby Corn Husker.
We live in a beautiful, loving home and that is because we all pitch in and help each other out. See, at harvest time, we have over a hundred acres of corn to husk. From sun-up to sun-down, we husk corn as fast as our little fingers will work.
We are a poor family, us Corn Huskers, but we have riches that many families don’t. We have love and dedication. We Corn Huskers are a very hard working family and we don’t stop working for anything. Rain or shine, snow or sleet, sickness and health us Corn Huskers will be in the fields sweating and calloused.
We come from generations of corn huskers. Our fathers before us were proud Corn Huskers. We Corn Huskers have picked virtually millions of ears of corn over the years.
Now, over the years, there have been advancements in the farming industry and a few times we have almost given in to these advancements, you know, these modern corn husking machines that husk corn automatically. However, after thinking long and hard about it, we Corn Huskers have decided that it would be best if we stuck with tradition. We have always husked each ear of corn by hand.
Corn husking is a tedious task but, tedious is what we Corn Huskers like. We like to do the same thing over and over again. We have gotten into a routine now where we don’t even have to think about what we do, we just do it. Some folks have teased us about this but, hey, we don’t care what others say or think or do. We are proud Corn Huskers and we love what we do.
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