Kite and String
Kite was excited, ready to fly. The wind was just right, a brisk and steady breeze in the warm air. Kite checked his ribs, they were strong and sturdy. His covering was tight and ready to catch the air to give him just the right lift. And he was particularly proud of his beautiful tail, made of colorful bits of fabric tied in bright bows to add some stability in the wind and assure that Kite could be seen even when he was waaaay high up in the air. “C’mon, String! Shake a leg, let’s go flying!” String was plain, sturdy, no nonsense, strong. She cautioned Kite – “Let’s be sure we’re tied together tightly.” Kite rolled his eyes, String could be such a drag sometimes, always wanting to be cautious and careful. But he allowed String time to get herself connected and tightly secure. After a running start, Kite felt himself being lifted with the wind. He was FLYING! String was quietly doing her job, extending herself into the atmosphere along with Kite. She unrolled a