It is a tough assignment for a child to know where a daydream ends and impossibility begins! onny was playing by himself, which meant he was two tribes of Indians having a war. "Bang," he muttered, firing an imaginary rifle. He decided that it was a time in history before the white people had sold the Indians any guns, and changed the rifle into a bow. "Wizz thunk ," he substituted, mimicking from an Indian film on TV the graphic sound of an arrow striking flesh. "Oof." He folded down onto the g