Just a kite

Just a kite

I see a kite at the hobby store. I say, “ That’s the one I want. ”

We take my new kite home. I put it together. Dad helps.

Saturday is the Critterville Kite Flying Contest. I take my kite out to practice. My dad and I go to the park. It is a very windy day.

Dad says, “ Watch out for trees! ” Oops, too late. My kite gets caught. Dad saves my kite. But my kite is all ripped up.

I cry. Dad says, “ Don’t worry. We can get another one. ” But the store is sold out. I say, “ I will miss the contest! ” I am brave and only cry a little.