After a few days it poked itself up through the earth to make Little Me Too remember. For Little Me Too had forgotten all about it.
When he saw it poking its head up through the grass, he didn’t remember even then that it was the kernel of corn.
It had changed.
When he put it into the ground and covered it with dirt, it was yellow and hard.
Now it was green and soft. It looked somewhat like the rest of the grass,—but not just like it, or Little Me Too wouldn’t have noticed it.
When he saw it he said, “There’s a grass that wants to be different. Perhaps it’s the grandfather grass.”
He let it alone, and he got the man with the lawn mower to let it alone. That gave it a good chance to grow.
It grew just as fast as it could, and as soon as it was big enough it showed Little Me Too that it was no grandfather grass, but a cornstalk.