Corn Guy was content.  It was his third year here at Friedheim and things were going really well.  The roof on the church had been replaced, work was started on a new addition to the school.  People in the small church community continued to work together and share the blessings of the Lord in their everyday lives and fellowship.  Things seemed to be humming along smoothly as he called to Corn Gal that he’d be out checking out this year’s crop for a bit before dusk. He enjoyed these quiet moments in the mid-summer cornfields.  You could hear the locusts singing, the corn rustling. The corn was tall and tassling; the recent rainfall and heat was really making it shoot up now. 

The sun was fading in the sky as Corm Guy was starting back through the rows of corn. Suddenly, he noticed that the sound of locusts seemed to intensify.  The humming grew louder to the point of being painful to his ears.  And the light in the field, instead of continuing to dim, was shimmering brighter to a point of brilliance that he could scarcely tolerate.  He began to look up and around him.  Then he saw it…….

Corn Gal began to wonder when her darling did not return from the fields.  As dusk dimmed to night and quiet settled on the fields, she became increasingly concerned. When midnight struck and he hadn’t come in, she knew something was wrong. She called the neighbor from the next farm over. The next morning, as soon as it was light, they went looking.  They drove the perimeter of the fields slowly, looking for signs of Corn Guy. They found his pickup about a mile and a half from home, empty.   They got out and looked at the field the truck was by and noticed something strange.  The corn was pushed down a few rows in.  They cut through the stalks to see what had happened and noticed what seemed to be a path through the corn. They walked around for about 15 minutes before they found it.  The DeKalb hat that had been Corn Guy’s favorite was balanced on the top of a cornstalk, like it had fallen there from above.  Whatever could have happened?

The police were called in of course.  A thorough search of the field turned up many amazing clues, but no answers.  It wasn’t until the neighbor who owned a small airplane flew over, looking for more information that they figured out that the corn had been pushed down in a pattern.  The pattern of a space ship.  It was evident to all after this was how Corn Guy had disappeared.  He was abducted by aliens.  Who could have ever predicted this would have happened so near our homes?

Today we need your help.  The clues the police have gathered are scattered throughout the maze in mailboxes.  Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to find the 15 mailboxes in the maze.  Inside each one is a clue on a white, laminated sheet.  Read the clue and help us determine the following:  Who abducted Corn Guy?  How did they do it?  From what room in the maze was he abducted?  Potential answers are listed below.  Turn in your answers at the concession stand.