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Leo’s Red Kite

  • 5-6 min read
  • 12 pages
  • 5+

Leo loved the red kite his dad made for him, until a big gust pulled the string from his hands and the wind carried the kite away. A few days later, Leo found it himself, stuck high in a tree by the river, and his friends helped him get it down. A warm story about friends who help, and about how flying a kite together is more fun than flying it alone.

In a little village with green hills all around and a river winding by, there lived a boy named Leo.

In a little village with green hills all around and a river winding by, there lived a boy named Leo. Leo loved being outside. He climbed and ran and splashed. But most of all, he loved his red kite—and windy days, when it could fly.

Leo’s dad had made the kite himself, just for Leo.

Leo’s dad had made the kite himself, just for Leo. It was bright red, with a long tail of ribbons—blue, yellow, green, and pink—that wiggled and danced in the air. Leo thought it was the best kite in the whole world.

Whenever the wind blew, Leo raced to the big field after school.

Whenever the wind blew, Leo raced to the big field after school. He let out the string, and the wind lifted his kite up, up, up into the sky. Leo was so proud. He took good care of his kite, and he never let anyone else hold it. Not even for a minute.

One day, the wind blew harder than ever.

One day, the wind blew harder than ever. Whoosh! The kite flew higher and higher, almost into the clouds. “Wow,” Leo whispered. But he held the string a little tighter.

Then a big gust tugged—hard!

Then a big gust tugged—hard! The string slipped right out of Leo’s hands. Away went the red kite, over the hills, smaller and smaller… until it was gone. Leo stared at the empty sky.

Leo looked everywhere—behind the barn, under the bushes, along the fence.

Leo looked everywhere—behind the barn, under the bushes, along the fence. But his kite was nowhere to be found. “Don’t be sad, Leo,” said Eva. “Come play tag with us,” said Sam. Leo just shook his head. All he could think about was his red kite.

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