GOOD DAY THAT IS MY NAME / kites

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  [font=trebuchet ms]Paper had wondered what a "kite" was when Pincher had mentioned the event earlier that day. It sounded like an arts-and-crafts sort of thing, but he had also said something about putting the objects up in the air. The air was for birds and some types of insects (and Argus, he supposed), who could come down whenever they wanted; if an object blew away, it was unlikely to ever come back. There had to be something more to this than just letting the object fly away.

  Once he arrived on the shore, though, he could see that Gold's "kite" had a string attached to it, holding it at a reasonable distance. What a weird contraption. Twitching his tail, he took a yellow kite and attempted to unroll the string. As the string finally unraveled to its full length, he glanced down at the kite, raising a brow. The question was how to get it to actually fly. With a firm nod, he started dragging the handle back, hoping that the wind would catch the kite and lift it up. Nothing seemed to be happening yet, but maybe a sudden gust would tug it into the air.

  Or not, he reflected with a wince as his back slammed into a tree. Pulling away from the wood, he stopped in front of the still-grounded kite and stared at it, thinking. He could figure this out on his own, he didn't need to ask for help- something would come to him eventually.