I have to say, I’m not really sorry to see the summer fade away. I don’t like to be hot. There is, however, one part of summer that I’ll really miss, and that’s the locally grown corn that Those Two bring home throughout the season.
I love to help them shuck it! I just sense when they have some of it. You might say I have a real ear for it. I stalk them in the kitchen as they prepare dinner, then leap up onto the island at just the right moment and lend a hand. Or at least some teeth.
I’ve heard Mama G say that puns are the lowest form of humor. I think there’s a kernel of truth in that.
Oxbow's World 
Dear Mr. Oxbow…very “punny”! Wow…you really are a gourmet cat. Who knew you had taste buds primed for corn. Whoa now…I just remembered…with so few teeth how are you able to eat corn? O, is it the smell or the tassels that you love?
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What a good memory you have, recalling that I have very few teeth left! So yeah, I can’t eat corn, and the yellow part doesn’t really appeal to me anyway. And I’m really not much help at all with shucking. I just like to gum the green and silky parts. Mama C encourages me to play with them, but then Mama G usually steps in and puts a stop to it because she’s worried I’ll choke. Mama G can be such a buzzkill!
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