For Anu.  Serena Reserve.It had taken him one whole day and half of a second, but Hemming was certain that the final product made all the work worth it. Yesterday, he had smoothed thin pieces of wood, cut them to the right dimensions, and assembled the frame of his new toy. Before the day was out, he had weaved a light mat of spindly grasses. As the sun was setting, he used the drop spindle he had made the day before to spin some of his own fur, making a few scraps and then a strand that was long enough to be wrapped around a stick a few times and then reach up high into the sky.
Now, just as the sun was rising and finally starting to cast a yellow light instead of a pink one, the male was sitting crosslegged in the grass and putting all the pieces together. He tied the grass mat onto the wooden cross tightly at many points, and tied the end of the long strand of yarn into a notch he had made around the bottom of the frame. Also into the notch he secured a shorter piece of yarn, and tied a few leaves and pieces of grass into it. Hemming wasn't quite sure this part would hold up, but it wasn't really important that it did, anyways. It just added a little bit of flair.
At last, he was done. He picked the object up in his hands and flipped it around a few times. A bit heavy, but it would probably work. Maybe not all that well today, with the light winds, but surely he could launch it high enough with a bit of speed. It was crude, but it was good enough for his first try. With a bit of experimentation and some more work, he would eventually be able to make the perfect kite.
The moment of truth had come, as he stood up with the thing in his hands. Tying the end of its string to a smoothed stick, he exhaled and devised a plan. Run, throw, keep running, give it some slack. He repeated this a few times, without success, and was about to give up. Finally, his speed gave the kite enough to soar up to where the wind could pick it up. He clutched the stick tightly, panting and pretty much completely exhausted from his sprinting, as he watched his fragile toy be tossed about gently by the wind. If only something so grand could be experienced by a wolf! |
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