The little girl holds the jump rope and looks out over the field

One corn stalk whispers to its neighbor, “Do you ever feel like we’re being watched?”
“Shh,” hisses the neighbor. “I’m listening — if I hear it again, I’ll be able to decide if that was a child’s footsteps or a ghost.”
They incline their ears toward the possible source, but the wind carries in the wrong direction to confirm.
The little girl runs back to the house and asks her granny in the rocking chair on the porch, “If the corn has ears, why doesn’t it have eyes too?”
Her granny shakes her head. “Too much power in one body, if corn had eyes. Ears is enough.”