Grandpa's Gizmos

The wind blew his white hair in all directions, but he didn't seem to mind. He stood there humming as he watched his kite. That kite frisked and skipped and danced across the sky. It was just about the highest kite I had ever seen.



A visit to Grandma and Grandpa Winslow is always exciting since you never know what might be happening in Grandpa's yard. This time, it's gizmos - all kinds of them - that spin and sway in the wind. But what if one of the gizmos makes music that is so special you don't want to share it with anyone else? And what's the best way to make sure you can keep it?