Ever since his arrival on Molly's birthday, Kite had longed to feel the wind in his ribbons. But whenever Molly suggested taking him outside, Mummy had a reason to say no . . . "It's too ... [+]
Long ago, on the highest hill looming over the lushest land that any ruler had ever ruled, a mighty castle stood watch over its idyllic setting. Inside the fortified dwelling, King Tell sat hovering over an enormous platter of hard-boiled eggs. Just as the number of eggs on his platter was beginning to dwindle, a warm breeze entered through an open window and tickled the king's nose. The air was filled with the familiar fragrance of wildflowers but along too wafted the smells of the ripening fruits growing in the surrounding fields. The scent prompted the king to leave his seat at the table an