On Saturday, Lucía and her grandpa went to the park near their house in Corpus Christi. The wind was strong, and the flags by the gate were snapping back and forth.

Lucía held her new red kite up high. Grandpa let out the string, and the kite jumped into the sky. It climbed higher and higher until it looked as small as a bird.

Then the wind changed. The kite dipped and spun, and its long tail caught on a branch of a tall oak tree. Lucía pulled on the string, but the kite only shook.

“Don’t pull so hard,” Grandpa said. “Let the string go loose and wait.” Lucía waited. When the next gust of wind came, the kite lifted off the branch by itself.

Lucía grinned. “The wind got it stuck, and the wind got it out,” she said.