“You are never getting that kite out of the tree,” said Lawrence.
“Yes we can! We just need to out think the problem,” said Gary.
“Yeah, it’s that ‘thinking’ part that scares me.”
“It’s what I’m good at.” Gary showed off his best ‘Public Figure’ grin. “I’m an idea man. I think of stuff.”
Lawrence rolled his eyes. “Might I remind you that you thought of flying a kite with your teeth.”
“Brilliant, isn’t it?”
“You bit through the kite string.”
“Temporary setback. Look, here’s what we’ll do. I need just little extra height to reach the kite. So I’ll stand on that fence post and then hop on your back…”
“Hold it right there, Cowboy. You are NOT getting on my back.”
“Ah, c’mon, Larry! I’ll be on there and off again in two shakes of a lamb’s tail. It’ll work, I’m tellin’ you!”
“Fine.” Groaned Lawrence as he sidled next to the fence post. “Seems like you’re on my back already anyway.”
Lithely, Gary hopped up to the top of the fence post. Aiming carefully, he hopped onto Lawrence’s back.
“You okay, Larry?”
“Oh just fine except for my mangled back. And Gary, you really need to trim your nails.”
“Sorry about that,” said Gary, adjusting his footing. “Better?”
“Oh yeah. Now down a little. That spot has a kink in it.”
“No time for massages! We’re on a mission. Yah, Mule!”
“One more crack like that and you’ll be stuck in the tree beside the kite,” grated Lawrence.
“Just teasing pal. Okay, I’m almost there. I almost got it. Uuuhhhh.”
“You are nowhere close to it, Gary.”
“I am, I am. So close. Stand up straight!”
Lawrence sighed and began nibbling a snack. “You are never getting that kite out of the tree.”