Angel Feather (Four)
Our initial attempts at flying the kites were not successful. At first, we took turns holding the kites above our heads and running across the dam. For a few glorious moments, it would hover above our heads and as we released the flying line, it would float higher still. As we tired, though, the kite would lose momentum and fall to the ground.
An old lady, out on an afternoon stroll, paused and watched our futile attempts. She pointed to a flag in the distance. Knowingly, she informed us that if that flag was waving in the wind, then we’d have small chance of launching of our kites. It seemed that she was right, too. No matter how many times we tried or how many variations we thought up, neither Mr. Colors nor the Mauve Marauder would take to the air.

