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In a quiet village surrounded by golden fields and soft breezes, there stood a tiny shop filled with colorful kites. Red kites, blue kites, kites with glittering tails and strong frames—all hung proudly from the ceiling. But in one dusty corner sat a small, plain kite named Kiko. Kiko was different. His paper was simple, his sticks were slightly bent, and his tail was shorter than the others. While the other kites boasted about how high they would fly during the annual kite festival, Kiko staye