《Games 》作者：- Katherine MaClean【EPUB】

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Games By KATHERINE MacLEAN It is a tough assignment for a child to know where a daydream ends and impossibility begins Illustrated by ASHMAN RONNY was playing by himself which meant he was two tribes of Indians having a war. quotBangquot he muttered firing an Imaginary rifle. He decided that It was a time in history beforehe white people had sold the Indians any guns and changed the rifle into a bow. quotWizz- thunkquot he substituted mimicking from an Indian film on TV the graphic sound of an arrowstriking flesh. quotOof.quot He folded down onto the grass moaning quotUhhhooh . . .quot and relaxing into defeat anddeath. quotWant some chocolate milk Ronnyquot asked his mothers voice from the kitchen. quotNo thanksquot he called back climbing to his feet to be another man. quotWizzthunk wizzthunkquothe added to the flights of arrows as the best archer in the tribe. quotLast arrow. Wizzzzquot hesaid missing one enemy for realism. He addressed another battling brave. quotWho has more arrowsThey are coming too close. No time—Ill have to use my knife.quot He drew the imaginary knife ducking an arrow as it shot close. WHEN he was the tribal chief somewhere else and he saw that the warriors left alive wereoutnumbered. quotWe must retreat. We cannot leave our tribe without warriors to protect the women.quot Ronnydecided that the chief was heroically wounded his voice wavering from weakness. He had beenpropping himself against a tree to appear unharmed but now he moved so that his braves couldsee he was pinned to the trunk by an arrow and could not walk. They cried out. He said quotLeaveme and escape. But remember . . .quot No words came just the feeling of being what he was adying old eagle a chief of warriors speaking to young warriors who would need advice ofseasoned humor and moderation to carry them through their young battles. He had to finish thesentence tell them something wise. Ronny tried harder pulling the feeling around him like a cloak of resignation and prideleaning indifferently against the tree where the arrow had pinned him hearing dimly inanticipation the sound of his aged voice conquering weakness to speak wisely of what theyneeded to be told. They had many battles ahead of them and the battles would be against oddswith so many dead already. They must watch