The kits being completed mine was put
to the test flight. It flew so high it homed so loud it could be heard for
miles my heart could not stop pounding with happiness. Then as if out of nowhere a strong gosh of
wind blew and pop went the twine (Crochet #0) and away flew my kite. There was no time to waste straight away we
plunged in to action running in the direction of the falling kite. As fast as
the kite fell it disappeared more speedily. We now had to go from yard to yard
over fences fearing bad dogs and angry shouts. Finally we got to the yard of an
old lady and decided to ask her if she had seen a fallen kite. “Yes” she said, and then asks us to describe
the kite. I slept well that night with my kite by my bedside.
Once upon an Easter
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