The kite festival

Rory, Alfie and Oliver arrived at the kite festival on a windy Saturday. The wide beach was bright and busy. Colourful kites swooped above the sand, and the wind tugged at everyone’s coats. Rory held a red kite. “I hope it flies,” he said, gripping the string tightly. Alfie checked the knots and smiled. “We can help each other.” Oliver ran across the sand, laughing as his yellow kite rose high. Soon, Rory’s kite dipped and landed. Rory frowned. Alfie helped him untangle the string, while Oliver showed him how to hold it up to the wind. Rory tried again. This time the red kite climbed into the sky. “We did it!” he called, smiling. After the festival, the three friends walked to a small, quiet café nearby. It was warm inside, with soft chairs and the smell of hot chocolate. The wind could still be heard outside, but it no longer tugged at their coats. Rory relaxed and told the others he wanted to make another kite. Alfie and Oliver agreed to help.