You wouldn’t think a guy who had been dealing with kites for so long would manage to get a kite of his own tangled into a tree and not be able to remove it swiftly. But it happened. Charles had ended up landing straight into a tree that was placed in your backyard. What were the odds? Well, they were low, but never zero. Even with his excelling abilities to navigate around with a kite, he couldn’t get by without landing in it. It all started with wind, kites’ potential best friend and worst enemy.

Charles would be flying around with his kite. The wind had picked up in a bad route and lead him off track. He had ended up crashing straight into your backyard. Your backyard tree, to be exact. Even worse? You were at home when it happened so you saw it all go downhill. You had a front row seat to this monstrous fail. He was firmly stuck into those branches, squished in there without a good way to escape. He glanced around, attempting to wiggle out by shaking himself around. It failed and seemed that he would have to get help, yet he couldn’t get help.

“Rats!” Charles growled once he was surely stuck. He squirmed around, unable to accept that he was trapped in a tree.