ABSTRACT
A boy, perhaps nine years of age, is playing right beside me, using small farm animals in a pen. He is moving them about and making mooing and other animal noises. He is immersed and seems oblivious of everything around him. Suddenly the general noise level drops and he looks up. Then he lays down and begins the imaginative narrative again. Now he is bringing it out into the centre of the room, still making mooing and other noises. He is transporting the whole thing to the sand-play area. Eventually he lays in the sand-pit himself with the animals, burying them in the sand.
