Try and find me. When you find me, I want to tell you that I visited Alex's farm. I am in the corn field, picking Indian corn. Daddy said that we could only pick one piece because the field has mold. We were trying to pick the ones that were different colors. Daddy found a bright red one with some mold on it. Alex still liked it and picked it. I found one that was red and black. Dad thought the one that I found was a good one. We had to chuck our corn into the field and Dad thought that I had a good arm because I threw it far.