August 19, 2026
The Great Mylan Park Kite Adventure!
Well, today started out like any other day around here, which should have been our first warning that something was about to go completely sideways.
It was me, Lucy, the tan-and-white Shih Tzu, along with my usual troublemaking crew: Peanut, the gray tiger cat; Kiwi, the green cheek conure; and the Quackers, those two identical twin ducks who somehow manage to get into trouble even when they're standing still.
But today we also had some very special visitors!
Gracie, the black-and-white Shih Tzu, came to visit, and then—well, things got REALLY interesting.
Because that's when the Ghost of Maybelline showed up.
Maybelline was her usual brownish pit bull self, except now she's a ghost. She floated in through the yard like she owned the place and announced that she had heard about our newest project.
The KITE.
Apparently, Kiwi and Peanut had been working on this thing in the garage. And when I say "working," I mean Peanut did most of the construction while Kiwi sat on the kite's special perch giving instructions.
The kite was HUGE.
It had colorful panels, a complicated framework, enough string to wrap around Morgantown twice, and—most importantly—a special little perch for Kiwi to ride on while the kite was flying.
Kiwi was extremely proud of this feature.
"I call it the Kiwi Express!" he announced.
Peanut rolled her eyes.
I knew right then we were in trouble.
We needed somewhere BIG to fly this monster, so we decided that Mylan Park was the perfect place. It had one of the biggest open fields around, and there weren't nearly as many trees for the kite to get stuck in.
That sounded like a good plan.
Notice I said sounded.
We all piled into the adventure and headed over to Mylan Park. Once we got there, Peanut carefully carried the kite, Kiwi supervised from his perch, Gracie trotted alongside me, and the Quackers waddled behind us like two tiny security guards.
The Ghost of Maybelline floated along overhead.
Nobody questioned that.
We've gotten used to her.
Once we reached the big field, Peanut started assembling the kite.
The Quackers immediately grabbed the string.
"HEY!" Peanut yelled.
The twins waddled away as fast as two ducks can waddle while dragging several hundred feet of kite string behind them.
Kiwi took off after them.
I chased Kiwi.
Gracie chased me.
Maybelline floated after all of us laughing.
Within about five minutes, we had created what could only be described as a Mylan Park Kite String Disaster.
Eventually, we got everything untangled.
Peanut held the kite.
I held the main line.
Gracie stood ready to help.
The Quackers were ordered to stay away from the string.
Kiwi climbed onto his special perch.
And Maybelline floated behind us like a ghostly kite-flying coach.
"LET HER RIP!" Kiwi shouted.
Peanut released the kite.
WHOOSH!
Up it went!
Higher...
and higher...
and higher!
The giant kite climbed beautifully into the sky.
Kiwi was absolutely thrilled.
He was riding on his little perch, wings spread out, looking like the captain of an airborne pirate ship.
"LOOK AT ME!" he yelled.
"I'M FLYING!"
Then the wind picked up.
The kite pulled harder.
Peanut grabbed the line.
I grabbed Peanut.
Gracie grabbed me.
The Quackers grabbed Gracie.
And suddenly we were all being pulled across the field.
I have never seen two ducks move that fast in my entire life.
We went about twenty feet before Peanut managed to dig her claws into the ground.
The kite finally stabilized.
Everybody stopped.
We looked at each other.
Then Maybelline started laughing.
"Again!" Kiwi yelled.
NO.
Absolutely not.
But apparently nobody listens to me.
So we tried again.
This time, the kite flew perfectly.
It danced across the blue sky above Mylan Park while Kiwi rode proudly on his perch.
People walking through the park stopped to watch.
Some took pictures.
A couple of kids pointed at Kiwi.
And one little boy shouted:
"THERE'S A BIRD RIDING THAT KITE!"
Kiwi puffed out his chest.
"I AM NOT JUST A BIRD," he announced.
"I AM A PILOT!"
Peanut shook her head.
By late afternoon, we finally decided it was time to bring the kite down.
Of course, that's when the Quackers decided to grab the tail and run.
The kite started pulling again.
Peanut yelled.
Gracie barked.
I barked.
Kiwi yelled instructions.
Maybelline laughed so hard that she temporarily disappeared into a nearby tree.
Eventually, we got the kite down without breaking anything.
Well...
Almost anything.
Peanut's pride was slightly damaged.
The Quackers were covered in grass.
Gracie had a mouthful of kite ribbon.
Kiwi refused to get off his perch because he said he was "still flying."
And I had grass stuck in my fur.
But nobody cared.
Because it had been one heck of an adventure.
As the sun started getting lower over Morgantown, we packed everything up and headed home.
Kiwi kept talking about how he was going to build an even bigger kite next time.
Peanut said absolutely not.
The Quackers quacked.
Gracie laughed.
Maybelline floated alongside us.
And I just smiled.
Because sometimes the best days are the ones where absolutely nothing goes according to plan.
And today?
Today was definitely one of those days.
Until next time,
Lucy 🐾
P.S. Peanut says the next kite will have brakes. Kiwi says kites don't need brakes. I think we should probably listen to Peanut.




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