The Contraption

My son loves to come up with unusual creations. Today's was rather interesting. He found a long stick, a rope, and some sort of metal ring thing that was about 18 inches in diameter. He tied the rope to the stick, then attached that to the ring. "What the heck is that?" I asked. "You'll see." A few minutes later, his buddy came by. "Here, hold this," my son said, giving him the stick end. My son put himself in the center of the ring. "I'm a horse," he announced. The two boys ran around the yard. The buddy was the driver, and my son was the horse. After a while, they got tired of that game. The buddy decided to turn it into a fishing pole. He cast the line and caught some imaginary fish. Soon, they dropped that thing and headed off to do whatever boys do. Enter the dog. He got a hold of that contraption in his big mouth and started swinging the stick around. He thrashed this way and that. It was scary. "Oh, I get it Schultz. You think it's a weapon of mass destruction!" Only Schultz would come up with such a thing!