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Milo had waited all week for a windy day, and on Saturday the wind finally came. He carried his new red kite down to the park while his little sister, Lucy, ran ahead of him. The kite had a long yellow tail, and Milo could not wait to see it fly. At the top of the grassy hill, Milo let out the string. The kite lifted at once, climbing higher and higher until it looked like a small red dot against the clouds. Lucy clapped and jumped. "Higher!" she shouted. "Make it go higher!" Milo let out more string. Then a strong gust of wind pulled hard, and the string slipped right out of his hands. The kite flew away over the trees and out of sight. Milo's chest felt tight. He had saved his pocket money for weeks to buy that kite. Lucy's face crumpled, and she looked as if she might cry. Milo did not want her to be sad. "Come on," he said, trying to sound cheerful. "Let's go and find it." They walked down the hill and through the trees. At last they found the kite caught in a low branch of an old oak, its yellow tail waving gently. A tall boy from Milo's school was standing nearby. "Is this yours?" he asked, and he lifted Milo up so he could reach the branch and pull the kite free. Milo thanked the boy again and again. The kite had a small tear in one corner, but it could be mended. As they walked home, Lucy held the string very carefully, and Milo decided that from now on he would tie the string around his wrist.