Sharing & friendship · ages 4–7

Mia and the Rainbow Kite

One kite, a new friend and a happiness that grows when it's shared.

Example book with fictional characters — not a customer order.

8 pages

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Page 1
Mia's birthday present was a huge rainbow kite with a seven-coloured tail. She put on her yellow raincoat, pulled on her red boots and ran to the windy hill. “Today mine will be the most beautiful kite in the sky!” she said. She held the kite tight against her chest; it was hers alone, and she had no intention of sharing it with anyone.
Page 2
On the hilltop a boy with glasses and curly red hair was sitting all alone. His name was Sam, and he had just moved in. He gazed at Mia's kite in admiration. “It's beautiful,” he said shyly. “I've never had a kite.” Mia shrugged and walked a little further away. But a small, uncomfortable feeling stirred inside her, like a tiny pebble stuck in her shoe.
Page 3
Mia tried to fly the kite. She ran, she tugged the string, she jumped… The kite rose for a moment, then flopped nose-first onto the grass. She tried again, and again. The wind was stubborn, and so was the kite. Mia's cheeks turned red and her eyes filled with tears. “This kite is broken!” she shouted. From a distance, she saw Sam quietly watching.
Page 4
Sam walked over slowly. “My dad told me once,” he said. “A kite is hard to fly on your own. One person holds it, the other runs.” Mia thought for a moment. She didn't want to hand over her kite; what if Sam broke it? But it wouldn't fly with her alone either. She took a deep breath and held the kite out to Sam. “You hold it,” she said. “I'll run.”
Page 5
“One, two, three!” Sam let go and Mia ran as fast as she could. This time the wind seemed to smile: the kite rose higher and higher and opened across the sky like a giant rainbow. The seven colours of its tail rippled. Mia cheered with joy and Sam clapped. Everyone on the hill looked up at them.
Page 6
As Mia held the string, she saw the light in Sam's eyes. The little pebble inside her vanished at once. “Do you want to hold it too?” she asked. Sam's face lit up like the sun. He took the string carefully, and the kite danced in his hands too. Mia realised that watching the kite together was far more fun than flying it alone.
Page 7
Then the other children on the hill came over too. Some held the string, some straightened the tail, some guessed which way the wind would blow. Mia gave everyone a turn. There was only one kite in the sky, but the happiness on the ground had grown ten times bigger. Sam shared the biscuits from his pocket with everyone, and Mia shared her water.
Page 8
As the evening sun painted the hill orange, Mia and Sam folded up the kite together. “Will you come again tomorrow?” Mia asked. Sam nodded: “I'll make a new tail, an eighth colour for our kite!” On the way home Mia hugged her mother. “Mum,” she said, “when you share, the kite doesn't get smaller. Your heart gets bigger.”