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The curly-haired boy runs across the playground flying the red kite high above the blue shed, while Nell and Bo each hold part of its long blue tail.A LITTLE WORLD AWAITS
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Nell and the Stubborn Kite

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Nell and the Stubborn Kite

Nell stands in grassy playground beside a blue tool shed, looking up at a red kite with a long blue tail caught on its roof. A slide, swings, and sandbox are behind her.

Nell found a red kite tangled in the tall grass beside the playground. Its long blue tail was wrapped tightly around a bench leg.

“Whose kite are you?” Nell asked. The kite gave one small flap. Flap!

Nell loosened the tail from the bench. Just then, a gust of wind caught the kite. Up it sailed—over the slide, over the sandbox, and onto the low roof of the tool shed.

Bo carries a long blue pool noodle toward Nell as they look up at the red kite on the shed roof. Its blue tail trails down beside a large yellow rake.

Nell stood below the shed and looked up. The roof was much too high to reach. “Please come down,” she called.

The kite only tugged its string. Flap-flap! Its blue tail seemed to point at the big yellow rake leaning by the fence.

Nell carried the rake to the shed and held it high. It was still too short. Her friend Bo came over with a long pool noodle from the play bin.

Nell and Bo lift a long tool made from a yellow rake handle and blue pool noodle toward the red kite on the shed roof.

“Let’s tape them together,” said Bo.

They wrapped the noodle around the rake handle with wide silver tape. Nell held one end. Bo held the other. Together, they lifted their long, bendy tool.

Tap! The noodle touched the kite’s tail. The kite slipped down the roof, swooped through the air, and landed in Nell’s arms.

Nell hands the red kite to its smiling curly-haired owner at the playground while he offers her the string. The kite’s blue tail hangs between them.

A little boy came running from the swings. “My kite!” he cried. “The wind pulled it away.”

Nell handed it to him. “It was very busy,” she said.

The boy smiled and held out the string. “Would you like to fly it with me?”

The curly-haired boy runs across the playground flying the red kite high above the blue shed, while Nell and Bo each hold part of its long blue tail.

Nell and Bo each held a piece of the blue tail while the boy ran across the grass. This time, the red kite rose high and clear, dancing far above the tool shed.