The little boy looked around, and there sat the funniest little dwarf. The dwarf sat cross-legged on an old tree-stump.
“Ever think much about flying?” he said, and he screwed his face up into a thousand wrinkles.
The little boy shook his head.
Then the dwarf said,
“Flying might be easy for you,
The butterflies try it,
The birds try it, too;
Yes, it might be easy for you!”
The little boy said, “I would like to fly; tell me truly how to do it.”
The little dwarf said, “Just lend me your kite.”