Jeffrey had a tomahawk. It was really just a rock, tied to the end of a stick with leather lacing.
He kept it on his shelf.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“A tomahawk.” He said.
“What does it do?” I asked.
“Indians used to scalp people with it.” he said.
“What’s scalp?” I asked.
“Like this” he said, and proceeded to show me, grabbing a handful of my hair and tapping lightly by my head with the tomahawk.
“Oh, like this?” I said. I took the tomahawk and……
KNOCKED HIM OUT COLD.
‘Jeffy, wake up” I said. Nothing. I shook him. Nothing.
I ran downstairs and said to my mother. “Jeffy, fell asleep, really fast. And he won’t wake up!”
I don’t remember if I got punished or not.
He still has the tomahawk.