Authors: Martin Harris
Date Submitted: February 28, 2003
Article Type: Journal

It was a fine, breezy Saturday afternoon when I decided to drive the family to the park—me for some quality flying time, wife Sandra and daughter Kathryn for a duck-feeding frenzy.

We duly arrived at the slightly soggy park and got ourselves sorted out into the variety of walking boots, coats, gloves, and scarves that are part of the dressing up procedure for winter weather. Hand in hand, Sandra and Kathryn headed off to the pond to feed the mass of ducks and geese that eagerly await such visitations.

I set myself up ready and launched my Nitro kite into the steady breeze. I was just getting used to the wind window when a ballistic blur arrived from the direction of the pond. Snowy, the Shipley Park kite shredder, had arrived. A filthy, mostly white terrier with mongrel blood, Snowy had a particular liking for kites; wherever the kite went, Snowy followed.

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