The two boldest foals crossed the creaking bridge and continued to follow the dirt path towards the corn field. They were both feeling confident and soon spotted the opening in the cornfield that was the start to what must be a corn maze. They entered the corn maze and …”
The older foal looked around the fire at all the foals leaning forward. He leaned closer to the fire and lowered his voice, almost whispering.
“All the three foals heard from the other side of the bridge were screams of the monster and rustling of the corn stalks.
And then silence...
​Not another peep was heard from the field. They looked at each other and bolted towards the counselor's cabin.
Legend has it that only one of the foals was found and he turned white due to the fright of what he had seen and was unable to talk. The other foal is said to haunt the corn maze, forever trying to get away from the monster. And that is if you don’t have your protective pumpkins lit on the stairs, the monster will be able to come in and grab you too.”
Councillor Sammy spoke from the shadows, “On that wonderfully spooky note, it is time to head to the cabins for the night.”​
