'Who is flying this enormous kite?' I wonder.
I look about to see who is holding the string that stretches from the kite
to the ground. What a surprise! It's a black and white spotted kitten.
The kitten scampers back and forth with the kite's string gripped in its
mouth.
After watching the kitten for a while, I go along on my walk. I reach the
other side of the park and see a row of houses. One house has a
window shade raised and a flowerpot on the windowsill. The pot has a
plant with a single yellow flower growing straight up.
A boy and a girl are on the lawn in front of the house. The boy is
pushing a wheelbarrow with a yellow shovel in it. The girl is holding a
pink parasol, folded closed.
'What will you put in your wheelbarrow?' I ask the boy.
He lowers the wheelbarrow and points to a pile of sand in the driveway.
'I'm helping my Dad move that pile of sand to the back yard,' he says.
'We're filling our sandbox.'
I turn to the girl.
'What will you do with your parasol?'
'When the sun is high,' she says, 'I will open my parasol. It will shade
me.
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