Mateo and the Stuck Kite
On a breezy Saturday, Mateo took his new red kite to the park, where the wind was perfect. The kite climbed higher and higher until it looked as small as a ladybug, and Mateo laughed as he let out more string.
Then a strong gust swept across the field. The kite swooped sideways, dipped, and landed in the top of a very tall oak tree. Mateo tugged on the string, but the kite only wiggled, and when he tugged again, the string snapped tight. The kite was stuck.
Mateo felt his stomach sink. He had saved his allowance for two months to buy that kite. He thought about climbing the tree, but the first branch was far above his head. He also knew that climbing a tall tree alone was not safe.
His neighbor, Mr. Ortiz, was walking his dog nearby. Mateo ran over and explained the problem. Mr. Ortiz studied the tree and said, "I have a long pole with a hook at home that I use for the apple trees. Wait here, and I will get it."
Ten minutes later, Mr. Ortiz returned. He lifted the pole, caught the string, and gently pulled until the kite slid free. It floated down into Mateo's hands without a single tear.
"Thank you!" said Mateo. This time he flew the kite in the middle of the open field, far from every tree.