too late for flying, I wonder if they’re planning to attach them to that stake in the fire, some kind of ceremonial burning, perhaps?” suggested Mohandas half-heartedly.“I don’t know. Look, they’re transforming them, folding them along those lines. They’re removing the sticks!” exclaimed Derrick.“That one’s putting his ‘kite’ on his head!” cried Mohandas.“Lets take a look at that leaflet they gave me.” Derrick reached into his pocket and removed the folded piece of paper. Mohandas looked over his shoulder.The crumpled leaflet was hard to read with only the firelight, but Derrick noticed that ‘Kent Kite Club’ was spelt differently to what he had previously assumed…“Kent Kite Klub?” commented Derrick. Then Mohandas said what they were both thinking,“KKK. Ku Klux Klan.” Mohandas and Derrick stared at each other for a few moments, then at the paper. It wasn’t a hard point to miss if you were looking for it, the ‘KKK’ was in extra large, and different coloured letters. Just as Derrick and Mohandas prepared to leave, a surprising, sinister voice boomed over them. “Strangers in our mist!” the large voice blared over them. All the KKK spun round, and a more calm, grand man, started to walk over. Derrick and Mohandas turned to the first man, who stood over them till the Grand Master got there.The Grand Master immediately created an impression of superiority.“Well we are lucky, we usually have to fetch our targets,” Mohandas noticed the man was carrying two potato bags. “They don’t usually come to us.”Mohandas ducked, as a bag was thrust over him. Other KKK members rushed over, he could hear them, but not all, as some were still standing around the fire, chanting.Around five men grabbed him and tied up the opening in the bag. “You really must learn to mind...
