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The Kite Stuck In A Tree - by A.B.King

Once upon a time, Vincent and his friends were playing with their kites one Friday. They all admired Kobe’s kite. Kobe’s kite was awesome. It was by far the coolest looking kite any of them had ever seen. They even specially named it, “ROCKET KITE.”
   Unfortunately, it got stuck in a tree while Kobe was flying it. All they did to try to get it down failed. Vincent then told his friends that it is impossible to get the kite down so they should forget about it, but if they must try again, it’s best it’s on another day cause it’s getting late and it’s not wise to get into trouble with their parents for coming back home after curfew.
   Vincent’s friends agreed and they all left.
   Vincent returned later when no one else was there. He was going to get down Rocket kite and paint it a different colour, and when he and his friends return to that tree the next day, he would suggest that some stranger must have stolen it.
   Vincent’s efforts to retrieve the kite himself resulted in a broken leg. He called his friends on their cell phones because he was not sure about what to tell his Mum and how she would take it. However, Vincent’s friends called 911 and some responsible adults also so they could help.
   Vincent felt so ashamed as an ambulance drove him off to the hospital. He had tried to deceive his friends now he has ended up with a broken leg. Talk about paying the price.
   Next time he would never dream of deceiving anyone again. He would always be sincere and honest as a true disciple of Jesus should be.


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