in on us!” yelled Sarah.
“The helicopter’s too fast,” said Tom, discouraged.
Sarah glanced ahead and saw the sky dotted with exquisite colors: dazzling blues, radiant reds, bright greens and fluorescent purples.
“Tom, over by the hills. It looks like . . .” she paused, mystified, then grabbed the binoculars. “Balloons . . . hundreds of them.” Sarah looked back. The helicopter was getting closer: twenty-five miles — twenty miles — fifteen miles . . .
“He’s almost here!”
Reacting fast, Tom slowly released some hot air and lowered the balloon to around 1000 feet. “Let’s aim directly for the festival. Maybe we could blend in.”