The Whomping Willow Strikes Again!
It was so nice out today, so I headed over to Prospect Park to fly my new Chinese goldfish kite. It was to make it’s maiden voyage. There wasn’t much wind so it took me about 30 minutes before I got it. It went to about 1000 yards. Then it happened. My spool fell out of my hand. You see me chasing my spool. Then it flew into a small street. And my spool was caught.
So what is a girl to do. Hmm.. Call the parks department. But I don’t know the number. I called 311 the non-emergency city line, to get the parks the department phone number. The guy scoffed at me because I wanted to call them to get my kite out. Dude, there is no reason to be judgmental, I’m just asking for the phone number to a government agency. But at last, I find out the parks department is closed on the weekends. Figures.
So I’m at the point of just giving up on my poor little kite. Then the spool shakes free from the little tree to run into a bigger tree. So if you see a goldfish kite in Prospect Park, it’s probably mine. At least it didn’t suffer the same fate as my psychedelic butterfly kite which is resting it’s soul on the other whomping willow. Goldie is just enjoying the wind.
