C411 Tens of Thousands of Zombies

"Hey, that's my kite."

"Your kite?"

He held out his hand. "Give it back."

The kite was being held by someone else, and it was being held up high in a malicious manner.

"If you can reach it, I'll give it to you."

He couldn't reach it.

He was too short.

"Return it to me!"

"I see that you are playing by yourself and won't let it go. You keep hanging on the trees. How about this