But just as Buffalo Bill brought his rifle to his shoulder and was sighting the nearest Redskin, something happened.
The flickering motion picture vanished from the television screen, and in its place appeared a picture that made the children gasp. It was one of the most beautiful scenes they could imagine: a peaceful, rolling meadowland, bright with all kinds of wild-flowers on which the sun shown down from a blue sky dotted with white, baby clouds. In the distance rose the spires and minarets of a great castle, glittering and glistening in the sunlight.
But it was not the castle or the sunny meadowland that held the children's attention.
Twink and Tom stared unbelievingly at a figure that stood in the center of the television picture looking out at them with the most familiar of smiles.
It was Twoffle, their wooden clown.