Haunted Corn Mazes, The Secret on How to Save a Damzile in Distress

The night air was still and featured quite the bitter bite. The group I was wandering the corn maze grew rowdy and my patients was growing thin; as I was trying to find a way out of this maze madness. As we continued to walk I was noticing there were a few faces of the female sex I didn't reconize, so I made my way over threw the pack trying to make myself noticable. As we turned the corner a man in a blue mechanic suit and a clown mask jumped out at me growling like a watch dog. I laughed trying to boost my manliness for the crowd to see. But as I looked around one of the faces I didn't know was cowering behind us repeating how much she hates clowns. The clown seeing this frightened girl began to chase her around a small cut out circle. I stood watching this in laughter as the girl couldn't shake the baulky clown. I started noticing that our crowd kept moving leaving us behind in a four pronged fork in the road. I decieded to stay strong and stay with the new face, I cut in between the clown and the girl making her escape easier. I finally cought up to the girl as she was calming down and gave me a hug and said thank you because I stayed with her. As we greeted each other, we started walking and talking making fun of the people trying to scare us. But as we entered a tunnel with strobe lights that blinded the eyes so you couldn't see the trouble lurking on the other side. The new aquainted face gripped my hand in terrible tightness making me flinch and laugh as we crossed the tunnel. As we continued our journey her hand kind of remaind gripped around my arm, I was enjoying it as the maze grew darker and scaryer I decieded to make this once Damzile in Distress feel more at home so I started singing "We're Off to See the Wizard" and we started skipping until we were laughing to hard to breathe. After about 30 mins we made it to the exit of the maze and continued talking as she we relaized that the Sarah who we both thought we were both were aquintied with was each the wrong person, so the connection we thought we had was completely broken, but as we laughed and continued to talk she told me she graduated from U of M with a Bach in Psy when finding out I was a mere sophmore, things kind of began to drip down a slope of no return as her friend exited the maze, we bid farewell, and that was the end and the start of my Heroship!