The string webbed through the mimosa tree, fern like leaves and feather like flowers. I tugged on the string and the branches shivered, but nothing gave. The dragon kite was perched on the highest arm laughing at me with bugged eyes and flared nostrils. I stamped my foot as its tonuge slithered out mocking me.
I pulled up on the lowest branch and kicked at the trunk until I could grasp the next limb. I shimmied up the tree.
The kite was only five feet above me--I could make it if I was careful. The limbs grew smaller as I squirmed upward. The swayed underneath my weight. I held on tightly, my knees knocking at the precarious situation.
My arms became sore clinging for my life, my hands pinched and raw. I was stuck. The kite barely out of reach. I was too high up to safely climb back down.
I bit my lip holding back my tears.
"Mom? What are you doing in that tree?"
"Robbie! I took your new kite for a test run. Go get your Dad--tell him to bring the ladder, the one we use for Christmas lights."
I swallowed the lump in my throat, as I watched Robert run towards home, help was on the way. Darn kite.
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