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hey　can　be　ornery。　I've　had　both　kinds；　and　a　lucky　kite　is

definitely　worth　chasing　after。

This　kite　looked　lucky　to　me。　It　wasn't　anything　fancy；　just　an　old…fashioned　diamond　with

blue　and　yellow　stripes。　But　it　stuttered　along　in　a　friendly

way；　and　when　it　dive…bombed；　it　seemed　to　do　so　from　exhaustion　as　opposed　to　spite。

Ornery　kites　dive…bomb　out　of　spite。　They　never　get

exhausted　because　they　won't　stay　up　long　enough　to　poop　out。　Thirty　feet　up　they　just　sort

of　smirk　at　you　and　crash　for　the　fun　of　it。

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So　Champ　and　I　ran　up　to　Collier　Street；　and　after　scouting　out　the　road；　Champ　started

barking　at　the　sycamore　tree。　I　looked　up　and　spotted　it；

too；　flashing　blue　and　yellow　through　the　branches。

It　was　a　long　ways　up；　but　I　thought　I'd　give　it　a　shot。　I　shinnied　up　the　trunk；　took　a　shortcut

across　the　slide；　and　started　climbing。　Champ　kept　a

good　eye　on　me；　barking　me　along；　and　soon　I　was　higher　than　I'd　ever　been。　But　still　the

kite　seemed　forever　away。

Then　below　me　I　noticed　Bryce　ing　around　the　corner