Park Picnic Part 2

"Thanks, Anne." Henry said, putting his watch on his right wrist.

Anne hugged Henry.

Before too long, they arrived at the park.

Flip, Nancy, Mimi, and Scooter brought the children's flying disc with them and they were playing catch with each other.

Tom & Layla were birdwatching and identifying the birds they saw in Tom's book on birds.

Alan was taking pictures with his camera since he had been banned from inventing and Anne was flying her favorite kite made with plain white Japanese washi paper painted all the colors of the rainbow by Tom and the bamboo wooden frame which was made by Alan.

All Anne did was the tail of the kite, she knew the old hair ribbons that Suzie had given her would come in handy.

Suzie was pressing wild flowers into a book while Alan took pictures of the flowers that the park caretaker planted.

"I love spring." Alan sighed serenely, taking another snapshot.

Henry & Stanley were playing with Chu Chu while Charlie was reading the romance novel that was one of his late wife's favorites.

"This one's for you, Chief," Scooter called to Flip. "it is coming your way!"

When Scooter threw the flying disc, it went too high, crashed into Anne's kite, and broke it.

Anne shot Scooter an angry look, the beautifully painted washi paper now had a hole in it, the string was matted and tied in knots, and the bamboo frame was smashed to smithereens.

"Guess what, Scooter." Flip said.

"Wham, bam," Scooter said nervously. "I'm in a jam."

"No! And I was getting such a good wind, too... nice going, 'Champion'! Why are my things always the victim of your carelessness?" Anne asked Scooter.

After their picnic lunch, Nancy & Mimi raced for the swing set at the nearby playground with Anne trailing behind them.

Anne sat down on the empty swing between Nancy who was being pushed by Henry and Mimi who was being pushed by Stanley.

Scooter came over to Anne with a homemade acorn necklace in his left hand.

"Here's a necklace I made out of acorns," Scooter said. "it's to replace your dumb old kite."

"Thanks, Scooter," Anne sighed. "but nothing could ever replace my homemade kite unless..."

"Unless what?" Scooter asked.

"Unless, someone could make a new kite for me like my old one." Anne said to Scooter.

Now, Scooter had a terrific idea.

"I have an idea! I'll go tell the other boys!" Scooter said to Anne, running off.