
"Why? What happened?"
"Look. The kite is still there. It is hanging on the tree. It won't go anywhere else."
"Do you want to take it?"
"Yes, of course. I love it so much. But it is too high."
"Yea. It is. Then, how?"
"I'll just sit here and wait. Maybe one day it'll fall."
"Yes. If the wind is strong. And if somebody cuts down the tree."
"Yea. I hope so."



