My Kite

One spring day, I flew a kite. 

It is a delicate and colorful kite. 

My kite flies like a bird.  

My kite looks like it's on fire. 

I call it the flying fireball. 

When I fly it,  I make it go very high. 

I like flying it in the park. 

If it gets stuck in a tree it won't get destroyed. 

I usually fly it with other kites. 

I keep my kite in the basement. 

My dog likes to chase the kite but he never got it before. 

It does radical feats.  My kite could win a contest any day. 

I think it's the coolest kite in town.