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The land of corn.

So, I might be able to check off another state as I have been told that I might be going to Iowa. Yes, me in the land of corn, lack of trees and as flat as the eye can see.

What should a furry woodland creature do?

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Anonymous said…
Strap a palm tree to your truck, put hydraulics on it and make a bunch of 'shine.

It's the best I could come up with...
1:24 AM
Me said…
Stop in for coffee of course. Duh!
7:06 AM
WickedHamster said…
I think Meritt might even be able to rustle up some local ale in your honor. But it is likely to be more of the east coast variety; I'm certain you'll find a way to cope.
9:21 AM
Travel said…
Tip a cow, drink coffee with Meritt, watch the corn go by, drink more coffee, tip another cow, get out of the state before they figure out you are there and make you stay for the five year minimum before you are free to move away (they have to do something to keep the population from shrinking.)

DG
6:18 PM
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