🪁 The Runaway Kite

It was a windy day, the perfect kind for flying a kite. Cola had a kite shaped like a fish, turquoise like her collar, with a long, wiggly tail.

"Hold the string tight," said Cola. Fuzz held it in his teeth, which was tricky, because his tongue was in the way. Then a big gust of wind came, and whoosh! The kite shot up into the sky.

"It's flying!" cheered Fuzz. But when he cheered, he opened his mouth. And when he opened his mouth, the string slipped out. The fish kite floated away over the fence.

"Oops," said Fuzz. "Come on!" said Cola. They ran after it, through the garden, past the pond and across the meadow, with Fuzz's bell jingling all the way.

The kite drifted over a field of sheep. "Excuse us!" called Cola. "Have you seen a flying fish?" The sheep pointed with their noses toward the hill.

At the top of the hill stood one tall tree, and there, caught in the branches, was the kite. Cola climbed up carefully, one paw at a time. Fuzz stood at the bottom, with his big sideways ears turned up, giving directions. "Left a bit! Up a bit! Got it!"

Cola untangled the kite and climbed back down. The two friends sat under the tree, puffing and laughing. From up there, they could see the whole valley.

"This time," said Fuzz, "we'll tie the string to my collar." Cola giggled. They flew the kite all afternoon, and it never got away again. On the way home, the birds sang them a windy song.