He put me up into the air, the wind brushing against my fabric. It felt great, I felt free. Until he tugged on the string that bonded me to the thread holder, it snapped me back into reality. I looked around at the birds, the trees, the clouds, the sky. It was wonderful. Until I saw a wave of gray clouds off in the distance. It got closer and closer. Suddenly, a storm started.
“HELP! BRING ME DOWN!” I yelled. Nobody listened, I was trapped. The strong winds blew me in every direction. The strong tug of the thread holder quickly vanished. I looked back, he let go and ran the opposite way into his house. I was already blowing away from him.
“THE TREE! WATCH OUT THE TREE!” I screamed even though I had no one to scream to anyways. I went straight into the tree. I felt my fabric tear apart and fall off. Why did nobody listen to me when I yelled? I yelled and screamed as loud as I could. Maybe nobody cared enough. As suddenly as the storm started, it stopped. But now I was stuck and waited for him to find me, if he ever would. I waited and waited and waited, no one ever came.