Kip’s Kite Pocket — Under the eucalyptus trees, Kip patted the tall K sign and sang, “Kuh, kuh, kite!” The wind went whoo-whoo through the skinny leaves, and his paper kite bobbed above the puffy cloud like it was trying not to laugh. Read the full story →
Under the eucalyptus trees, Kip patted the tall K sign and sang, “Kuh, kuh, kite!” The wind went whoo-whoo through the skinny leaves, and his paper kite bobbed above the puffy cloud like it was trying not to laugh. Kip wanted every branch, berry, and beetle to hear his biggest K-sound, so he gave the string a happy tug.
The kite dipped low. A tiny flap opened where nobody ever looked—right under its smiling fold. Out slid a curled note that smelled like gumdrops. Kip read, “Knock-knock! Who’s there? Koala. Koala who? Koala-lala, let’s all say K!” He laughed so hard the leaves shook, and soon the grove was chanting, “Kuh! Kuh! Kuh!” If you peek at the kite’s little face, you might catch the next joke before Kip does.
