Elderly Man Carves Crop Circles For Charity

Sometimes, something is to such a degree something else, that the perceiver of this something hasn't a second thought before announcing the something as such.

From the tree frogs I received word of a few things recently which I soon enough realized were together as one such something.

Various farms lately have had strange intricate and highly symmetrical designs cut into their cornfields. These are crop circles. However, the designs bare much lower precision than the usual crop circle. Also, I am told that they differ in second light: in the way that they have entry points on the ground level. It is as though, had they been drawn by a pen, the pen would have never separated from the page.

The farmers themselves lacked the elevation necessary to observe these designs. And, as I have learned, they were not aware of them whatsoever, being passively amused at the idea of them but not particularly interested.

Each farmer I spoke with detailed the same interaction: a white-bearded man with a push lawnmower, claiming to be putting on a charitable food offering using money won on a scratch ticket. This man called himself Jerry, and he wanted to buy corn. But, he would ask the farmers if they'd mind him taking it upon himself to harvest the corn, as to get a lower price.

"I didn't know how he was goinna harvest anything using a push mower..." one farmer[1] told me, "but I also saw that the fellow had a good heart, so I told him to go for it - do his thing. One dollar per yard is my price... When I said that, he was thankful as can be. I was happy, too, when he placed a big ol' wad of greens in my palm. And I told him he could get to harvesting whenever he so desired. I trusted him to take what was fair. So I went on back inside and had a warm bath. I heard the mower starting up not long after!"

Other affected farmers spread word of Jerry amongst each other, many arranging subsequent harvests and Farmer Jones eventually offering to be a venue for Jerry's food drive were he ever to need one.

"I'd be happy to help, is what I told him, because he was doing a good thing," Farmer Jones told me. "A good guy, doing a good thing, and helping me out at the same time. Of course, of course, I'd be happy to lend him a hand. The guy's a good fellow. Barely left a mark."

[1] Mr. J. Jones, Farmer, South Silver Lane, Sunderland MA.

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