“Oh, no!” Tristan complains. “Help me George! I’ve stepped in something, and it’s blowing all over me!”
“Don’t worry, dear — just a little cow manure. Charley puts it on his yard early. It’ll wash out.”
“Why didn’t you say something? We could’ve walked the long way around.”
“I only noticed it now. I’ve stepped in it, too. It’ll serve him right. We’ll be the disgusting, smelly, next-door neighbors at their party.”
One thing that can happen when the wind blows: Excited children can fly their kites. Dad may take over to show how it’s done.
“Run, Marty,” Dad screams. “You’re losing the kite. It’s falling! Oh, no!”
Dad digs the kite out of thorny bushes and rolls up the string.
“I’m sorry, Dad,” Marty says. “I was trying.”
“I know,” Dad says, “but you must run hard to get it up into the air. I’ll run.”
Up and up the kite goes as Dad runs hard through all those bushes, until the kite’s flying. Only then does Dad fall flat.
“Here, Marty,” he yells. From a sitting position, he holds out the string. “Take this and don’t let it fall.”
“You mean, like you did?” He looks around. He didn’t expect his wife to be watching.
Shirley Ramsey, a retired professor of journalism, lives in Norman.