Article January 1, 2002 Issue

Martin flies a kite

By Mari Grasso de Milone,—U<i>ruguay</i>

“I wish I knew how to fly a kite,” Martin said, as he watched the big kids having fun in a nearby field. Brightly colored kites — blue, red, white — flitted through the air like enormous butterflies.

“Would you like to learn how, Martin?” Grandma asked.

“Sure I would,” he said. “But I don't have a kite or anyone to help me make one. Unless ...” He looked at his grandma hopefully. Grandma's eyes twinkled. “Let's get to work,” she said.

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