The Trojan Pony

It is small, holds only a few boys and girls and smells like graham crackers inside. There it sits one morning shining in the sun. A giant toy. Beyond inviting. Irresistible. The Trojan children haul it around back. They make their toy ponies rear and whinny and eventually kneel. They do this until nap time, then drink juice and stretch out in the sun. Pretty soon the Greek children emerge. "We win! they shout standing over the Trojans who look pleased and surprised. A blonde girl timidly offers half a cookie and the victor gobbles it up even as he continues to brandish his enormous cardboard sword.