Jimmie Wibblewobble was out flying his kite. He had made it all himself, out of sticks, and paste, and paper and , and it was a very fine kite indeed. It was nearly as large as the little boy duck, and it was the kind of a kite that doesn't need a tail. That was good, because a tail gets all up in the weeds.  
Well, Jimmie was flying his kite, and the wind was pretty strong, and the kite was pulling real hard, just like a little dog pulls, when you tie a rope to his collar, and he wants to get away. Pretty soon along came , the frog.
 
"Does your kite pull much?" he asked.
 
"Does it?" replied Jimmie. "Well, I should say it did!"
 
"Let me hold it a minute, will you?" asked Bully, and Jimmie very let him. Then along came Billie and Johnnie Bushytail, and Sammie Littletail, and they all took turns holding the kite.
 
Well now, in a few minutes, something dreadful is going to happen to Jimmie. I tell you in advance so you won't be frightened, and, really, there is no need to be, for I'll see to it that, after the thing happens, Jimmie will be all right again. Now if you watch, and listen closely, you can tell the moment the thing happens. It's almost time.
 
The wind kept growing stronger and stronger, and it blew the dust up in a cloud, and it blew bits of paper and sticks along with the dust, and raised a dreadful .
 
Then long came Alice and Lulu Wibblewobble. They had been to the store for their mamma, and had just come back. They felt the strong wind blowing on their feathers, and Alice said to her brother:
 
"You had better take down your kite, Jimmie. The wind may blow it away, and you with it."
 
"Oh, I guess I can hold it," answered the little boy duck, as he let out some more cord. The kite was now almost out of sight, and it was pulling harder than ever.
 
Then, all at once, if Jackie and Peetie Bow Wow, the two puppy dogs, didn't come along. Jackie had his white spot on his nose, and Peetie had his black spot on his nose, so that you could tell them apart. And those two doggies felt so full of fun that they ran right up and made believe bite Jimmie's yellow heels.
 
Now you know it feels queer to have two puppy dogs biting your heels, even if it is only in fun, and as soon as Jimmie felt Jackie and Peetie nipping him, he turned around quickly and cried out:
 
"Oh, don't do that!"
 
But the minute he looked around, if the kite string didn't get tangled in his legs, and then if the wind didn't blow a regular strong blast, the kind that howls down the chimney on a cold night; and oh, dear me, suz-dud! if Jimmie wasn't carried right up in the air by his kite! There, I told you something would happen, and it did! Maybe you'll believe me next time.
 
Well, up and up and up went Jimmie, pulled by the kite, until he was quite high in the air, hanging dingling, down—O! by his yellow heels. Oh, it was a dreadful position to be in! really it was, and I'm not fooling a bit, honestly.
 
"Oh, oh! Save him!" cried Lulu.
 
"Yes, somebody get him down; please do!" added Alice, flapping her wings.
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