Footprints in the Cornfield

[For children]

The telephone rang in the midwestern farm home where Anne lived. A neighbor called to ask Anne's father to come over right away to help fix some farm machinery. But Father was out in the field cutting weeds out of the corn.

"Anne," Mother called from the kitchen, as she brushed some flour from her apron, "would you please go and find your father, and tell him to come home? I've just popped a chocolate cake into the oven and I can't leave the house."

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March 22, 1969
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