by Kirby Congdon…….
At Lenepe Park they had a real roller coaster but I liked the merry-go-round best. My horse even gallopped. It was in slow motion but I held on tight. Later I heard that the Lenepes were a tribe of American Indians. “Where are the Indians?” I wanted to know.
“They’re dead,” I was told.
“Oh. Why?” I asked, not really wanting any answer.
“We killed them,” was the reply.
“Oh, Why?” I inquired, not really wanting any explanation. There was a long pause and someone explained,
“Well, you know, they were like–you know–foreigners.”