Corn shocks

Before world war 2 we live at carrollton AR. and daddy was a farmer in the truest form. He had a team, a few cows and he raised crops. I know he raised a tomato crop and I am sure he raised corn. I remember him gathering the corn and bringing to the house for roasting ears.
A short time before he died he told me this tale.
We were living at Carrollton and I had gathered the corn and put the fodder into shocks for my cattle. One morning I went to the field and one of the shocks had been torn all apart and scattered on the ground.
I could not imagine how this had happened.
Years later in our local paper a lady wrote this story. She said they had moved to the Ozarks and knew nothing about farming. They had a corn crop and wanted to know how a person put the fodder into the shock. She told how they had gone into a neighbors field and took apart one of his corn shocks. She signed her name to this letter.
When we lived at Carrollton this woman was our neighbor so I knew who had been in my field taking my corn shock apart.
Daddy said this woman was a fool. I think daddy thought that she was a fool because she wrote the letter.