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My name is Willy, and I am stuck in the Corn Palace, and the doors are locked. Oh! What is that noise? It sounds like guns. It’s just basketballs. What? The basketballs are bouncing by themselves!? Ghosts! I got to get out of here and quick. Oh, no! They’re chasing me. I have to run for my life. Oh, good, I found an empty locker room to hide in. I will hide in the bathroom. Squirt. Oh, no! They turned the sink on. I better run again. I know! I will hide in the concession stand. They will never find me here. Who goes there? Oh, oh me. I got to go! Whoosh!

I went so fast my toes hurt. Hey! Is it Sunday? I think it is. Well I won’t get out of here today! I better find some place to hide. Oh, right here will do. No ghosts will find me in the bleachers. Whooo says so? Oh, no—not a ghost! I’ve got to run again. I know. I will go to City Hall and get out because they can’t get me. Oh, no that’s locked, too. Now how do I get out? Well, I’ll go get something to eat from the concession stand. Yum, that was a good hot dog. Ahaaaa! Oh, no—a  werewolf. No—wait—it’s just the wind. Good ‘cause I don’t need another thing on my hands. I’ll go back to the gym. Maybe the ghosts have left.

Oh, no, the ghosts took down all the corn, and I’ll get blamed for it. I have to stop them before they do something really bad. But first I have to put all the corn back to the way it was. 

Three hours later….

Ok, all done. I will first shout at them, “I WILL GET YOU.” OK, Ready, set, go. “I WILL GET YOU!!” They yelled so loudly that all the corn came off the walls, and he yelled again, “When I am done!”

Three hours later….

OK, all done. No more yelling. Now just focus on getting out. I will find a place to sleep and then tomorrow, when the people come, I will get out. I will sleep under the bleachers. My coat can be my pillow.

The next morning Willy woke up and said, “Yeah, I am getting out and away from the ghosts. There are now people in your faces, ghosts.” “Oh, Willy, I am so glad you’re here!” “Oh, Mom, people are looking. Let’s get out of this joint.” “Why in a hurry?” “There are ghosts, and they don’t like me very much.” “Ok, ok, we’ll go.” “Bye you stupid ghosts, I’ll see you never again.”

Mae Duba