The Kite

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It was hot and muggy one day, and then gloriously crisp and blue-skied the next. Ushering in the cool, fresh fall weather, of course (How could it be any other way?) was a full day of blustery wind.

As a gift for the autumn wind, Mama Chipmunk’s grandchildren had crafted a lightweight kite, made of sticky cobwebs and leaves, with a looooong tail of flower petals, all stitched together with their grandmother’s sturdiest quilting thread. They had snuck the kite into school that morning and brought it outside during recess. As soon as they’d unfurled it, a strong gust of wind sent the kite flying and lifted the tiny chipmunk at the end of the kite string — along with the paws-holding-tails line of his cousins and their squirrel friends — right up off the ground.

A split-second later, they heard their normally unruffled teacher, Mr. Owl, bellow “Let go!” and everyone landed in a heap on the ground while the kite danced away on the wind.

(September 2022)

 

 
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