That's right kid, run from the vortex. Soon your short little legs won't even be able to touch the ground. And then we'll see who will win the day. Muhahahahahahaha.
A better shot of the carnivorous kite/windsock.
While it may appear that Naomi is hugging Jess, she is actually protecting her from a crazy kite terrorist that was trying to attach string to young ladies' underpants in an attempt to "fly them high".
Father: And if you don't eat your vegetables, we'll sell you to the vikings up there. And they'll make sure you eat the broccoli. Without cheese!
The black kite wasn't being sold at that tent, it actually crashed into it. The leprechaun that was riding it was thrown headlong into the bosom of an attractive clerk. Their love still goes strong.
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Sean tried to play it off, but we knew, deep down, he'd carry a knife with him to every kite festival from now on.
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The sky was a flurry of peaceful activity.
We couldn't decide if this was a spirograph-like kite or someone's unraveling thong underwear.
Mother: That's great Sam!
(internal) That kite line is as limp as their father.
Naomi enjoyed the kite festival. What? There is no joke. Move along.
This vortex like kite was so impressive that birds couldn't escape it's gravitational pull. But we were on the ocean so it only swallowed seagulls. No big loss.
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Now Sean was afraid of the friendly skies. He would tense up when a strong breeze would whistle through his hair. He even began to imagine tiny kites circling around his head. What a silly notion.
Stewart liked to have easy access to his equipment. That's why he wore longjohns with a flap up front everywhere he went.
There was a slight traffic jam in front of us when two babies in strollers started to throw diapers at each other. Police are investigating the cause of the disagreement.
