The string was close at hand, right under his nose, less than two centimeters away, but it seemed so far away that he could not reach it.
The two boys gaped at what they saw, wondering what had happened.
The balloon was clearly in front of this uncle, why did he tried a few times but just couldn't catch it?
The younger one was a little frightened, and he cried again.
A middle-aged woman, who looked like the boys' parents, hurried over and tugged at the crying child.
"What are you doing? What's the matter? What are you crying about?" She asked as she cast her eyes on Dylan doubtfully.
The older boy glanced at Dylan and said, "our balloon flew up into the tree. But this uncle can't get it."