Toy was the kind of kid who made stuff up. His grandma used to tell him that, way out here in the country, the best friend a boy can have is his imagination. He was never really sure what she meant by imagination, but he tended to listen to the voice in his head and to roll things around in his mind until an idea became something more, so he saw pirate ships where others just saw cumulus clouds, he heard the conversations that farm animals had with one another and he soon discovered that something in his lunch sack could take wing and fly.
The Maiden Flight Of Banana Bird
