“This will show those pranksters to stop messing with my fields,” said farmer Dudley as he mowed down the crop circles.
“They’d like nothing more than for me to freak out and report the “incident” to the police and the news so they can make a laughing stock out of me, but I won’t give them the satisfaction of falling for their joke.”
“Yep, the joke’ll be on them,” he mumbled to himself, as an eerie silence hung in the air and he remembered he was alone and all the townsfolk were gone.
~kat – 14 July 2016
A Three Line Tale for Sonya’s Weekly Challenge based on the photo you see here by Emiel Molenaar.