Flying a Kite
Forgetful Fred’s wife, Sarah, was cleaning up the basement. It was a rather cool summer day so she thought it would be a perfect day to spend in the basement.
“Look at all the spider webs down here,” said Sarah to herself. “They are everywhere.”
Sarah grabbed the broom and started swatting at the spider webs. As she swatted one of them, something fell to the basement floor. She bent over to pick it up.
“Oh my!” she exclaimed when she saw that she was holding Forgetful Fred’s old kite. “Forgetful Fred was looking for this last weekend. He is going to be so happy that I found it. He loves flying a kite.”
Forgetful Fred loved flying a kite and he has used the same kite for years. His father built him that kite when he was just seven years old. It meant a lot to Forgetful Fred.
Sarah set the kite aside and she finished cleaning up the basement. When she was finished, she took the kite upstairs and set it on the kitchen table.
“Hello honey I am home,” said Forgetful Fred, carrying a few bags of groceries in his arms.
Forgetful Fred didn’t see the kite on the table. He set the grocery bags down right on top of it.
“No!” screamed Sarah. “Get the grocery bags off the table. Put them on the counter instead.”
“Why?” asked Forgetful Fred, confused. “I always put the grocery bags on the table.”
“Yes,” said Sarah. “I know you do. However, I was cleaning out the basement today and I found your old kite. I brought it up and put it on the kitchen table, hoping to surprise you.”
Forgetful Fred quickly took the grocery bags off the table and sure enough, there was his old kite. The middle frame piece was broken, but other than that, the kite was still in good condition.
“Oh dear!” cried Sarah. “The frame is broken. I am so sorry. I know how much that kite means to you.”
Forgetful Fred knew that Sarah blamed herself for the frame being broken but he also knew that she went to a lot of trouble bringing it upstairs and wanting to surprise him with it.
“It is okay,” said Forgetful Fred. “I can fix it. I am so happy you found it for me.”
“I am so glad it can be fixed,” said Sarah, relieved. “I know how much it means to you.”
Forgetful Fred spoke to his dad on the phone that evening after dinner.
“You still have that old thing,” Dad laughed. “That old kite is ancient. Just get rid of it.”
“No,” said Forgetful Fred. “I’m not going to get rid of it. I love that old kite.”
“We can fix it,” said Dad. “It may not ever fly the same as it used to but we will get it to fly again.”
“That would be great,” said Forgetful Fred.
Dad came over that night and he and Forgetful Fred worked on the old kite. Dad built a brand new frame for it and Forgetful Fred helped him put it all back together. They had a lot of memories to share about when they first built the kite and the very first time they flew it.
The next afternoon, Dad, Forgetful Fred and Sarah took the kite across the street to the park.
“It is a good windy day,” said Forgetful Fred.
“Perfect day for flying a kite,” said Dad.
Sarah stood back and watched the two grown men act like children as they flew the kite.
“It is actually flying better than it ever did,” said Forgetful Fred.
“Yes,” a agreed Dad. “It sure is.”
Sarah was very happy that the men were able to fix the kite and she was thrilled that it flew better than it ever did.
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