They come in peace

She had never seen anything like it, stepping out of the corn she surveyed the damage, her dad wasn’t going to like this. He worked hard in these fields, had worked here his whole life, he would not be pleased that someone would come and trample his crops. She walked the perimeter of the damage, already estimating the cost of corn lost this harvest, she still couldn’t get her mind around how someone could flatten acres of corn in one night. It seems impossible, before she could ponder it further she heard a sound to her right, she turned and saw her father step out of the corn stalks.
“TArroz” is all he said by way of greeting, then he looked out across the field and sighed heavily. This wasn’t the reaction she expected, surprise, horror, devastation but her father just stood there shaking his head and looking annoyed.
“Dad?” she asked “What happened?”
He pulled his hat off his head and twisted it in his hands, buying himself time to answer “They did it again…”
“Who Dad? Who did this? Who could do this to our land?”
He looked at her and pulled his hat back on his head “Honey, look around, does this look like the work of this land? Do you really think someone we know could’ve flattened all these crops this quickly and we not notice?”
She was stunned, what was he suggesting? That this was magic? “Dad, I don’t understand……”
He sighed again “There’s a reason I’ve never allowed you out in the cornfields until after harvest time, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen this, nor will it be the last.”
TArroz just waited him out, her father, who had always been the strongest rice she had ever known, was showing some wear.
“They come every year, right before we harvest the corn and take some for themselves. We have the best corn around, why wouldn’t they want it?” he asked waving his hand towards the remaining upright stalks. It was then she realized that the flattened stalks didn’t have ears of corn, just husks, where did the corn go? She turned to her father “They? Who are they?”
He tilts his face toward the sky “TArroz, I know this will be hard to believe but they come from the sky, so many of them, and take our corn with them. I don’t know why they don’t just ask me for some, maybe they just don’t speak our language” he continued to look up at the stars. TArroz followed his gaze and it finally hit her, he was talking about extraterrestrial visitors. It all made sense, this was a crop circle, they have been tied to extraterrestrial visits for years! Oh my goodness! “Dad, this happens every year?? Why haven’t you called the news, why haven’t you shared this experience with the world?”
Her dad pulled at his beard and shrugged “Who would believe me?”
She looked at him aghast throwing her arms out to indicate the giant crop circle they were witnessing. “We have this! They would have to believe you!” she said excitedly.
“No.” he stated firmly “I consider it an honor that out of all the corn fields, they’ve chosen mine, because it’s the best, they only ever use the best!”
TArroz couldn't believe her white fluffy ears, yes it’s unheard of for the rice to make corn, but they went so well together and her father’s crop was in great demand, but why would her father allow someone to just come and take it? “But do you realize that if this got out, we could finally prove they exist!”
He turned with a confused look on his face. “TArroz, what in the world are you talking about, everyone already knows they exist.”
Now it was her turn to be confused. “I didn’t know until I came out and saw this for myself, now that I’ve seen it I believe, from my white top to my rice toes I believe” she said in awe. “Aliens….”
Her father burst out laughing
“What? Why are you laughing Dad?”
He laughed even louder and it died into a chuckle. “TArroz, did you say Aliens?”
“Yes, you said they come from the sky, and this crop circle is proof they were here…”she trailed off when she saw her father’s amused expression.
“Honey, I’m not talking about Aliens….I’m talking about Chipotle!” he bellowed still smiling.
“Chipotle??? Dad I’m confused, you said they don’t speak our language, you said they came from the sky” she repeated determinedly.
He laughed again, his rice face scattering and coming together with each chuckle. “Chipotle uses only the best, my corn is the best. They come by helicopter, at least 5 or so, but whoever they send only speak Spanish, at least that’s what it sounds like. They set down, gather the corn and load a giant round basket, hence the circle and once they’ve taken enough it’s back to the sky and I don’t see them again for another year. I’ve witnessed it at least 3 times but I missed them this year. Early harvest, they must’ve known…” he said shaking his head then he started walking back to the house. As she followed him she could hear him mumble something and laugh again “Aliens……”