The wind roars. It
roars past our
home.
The wind is
powerful. It tears
my kite from my
hand.
I run after my kite.
The wind blows me
away from the kite!
The wind becomes
a tornado. It
carries my kite
higher and higher.
The tornado
swallows me up! I
see nothing, I
touch nothing.
Where is my kite
now? Perhaps it is
caught in a tree.
Perhaps my kite is
still flying in the
sky.
The wind finally
dies down. I am
still spinning.
When I stop
spinning I look
around. Where did
the wind go?
I cannot see my
kite anywhere. I
cannot hear the
wind anymore.
Perhaps tomorrow
I will find my kite.
Now, I must go
home, before the
wind starts to roar
again.
Wind-Warwick-Buttress
