A Wonderful Kite

Hello my dear friends I am again here on steemit platform with a new post my this post will be about a Kite and Mother and Father of Kite. The story kite is very awesome I hope you will enjoy it so let's read.

CS was the most beautiful kite in the world, always wagging CS tail, shaking CS ears, breaking its string, sitting down on the tops of houses, getting stuck in trees, flopping down on ponds and refusing to rise higher than a yard from the ground.

I have often thought about that CS kite, and wondered who its father and mother were. But they were very poor people, just made of newspaper and little bits of common string knotted together, obliged to fly day and night for a living, and never able to give any time to their children they never sent their children in school.

It was pretty, for it had a snow-white face, and pink and white ears ; and, with these, no one, let alone a kite, could help being pretty. But though the kite was pretty, it was not good, and it did not prosper; it came to a bad end, oh! a terrible end indeed. It stuck itself on a roof one day, a common red roof with a broken chimney and three tiles missing. It stuck itself there, and it would not move; the children tugged and pulled and coaxed and cried, but still it would not move. At last they fetched a ladder, and had nearly reached it when suddenly the kite started and flew away right away over the field and over the heath, and over the far far woods, and it never came back again-never -never.

Dear, that is all. But I think sometimes that perhaps beyond the dark pines and the roaring sea the kite is flying still, on and on, further and further away, for ever and for ever.

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