[the scene is a small wigwam containing various artifacts for educational purposes, into which a horde of little kids has just swept, trapping a lone random adult inside and thus revealing one tactical problem with wigwam design]
Little Kid: What's this?
Lone Adult: It's a wolf skin.
Little Kid: Did they hurt the wolf?
Lone Adult: uh....
Tiny Kid: [picking up bird wing fan and hanging it around her neck] Did they buy these feathers?
Lone Adult: [trying to think how tactfully to explain where whole bird wings come from]
Other Little Kid: [picking up Algonquin war club and waving it around] What's this?
Lone Adult: It's really dangerous.
Other Little Kid: [holding up non-business end of same] You could poke somebody's eye out.
Lone Adult: Among other things...
[horde sweeps out again, leaving lone adult to ponder the evolutionary benefits of gnat-like attention spans]