Long ago
in a village in China, a boy called Chang lived with his father. The village
sat in a valley near a huge volcano that sometimes roared and spat and shook
the ground.
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Many of
the boys in the village played rough and noisy games. But Chang sat quietly
with his father, making kites to sell in the town.
They
worked in a tiny room at the back of their house. Chang's father cut and sewed
the kites with threads of silk and Chang painted them.
The
people in the town loved their kites, but the ones they loved most were the
dragons. Some dragon kites were huge and some were fierce. Some had big,
bulging eyes and some had long bodies and scaly tails that twisted and twirled
and sang in the wind.
From The
Dragon Kite by Kenneth Steven
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