"Not with that kite you won't," said Papa, who had been watching them. "Why not?" asked Brother. "To win the kite contest," said Papa, "you need the biggest and best kite in all of Bear Country." Then Papa got much bigger sticks, much more paper and glue, and for string he got his trusty fishing pole with its big reel of fishing line. "And since I'm the biggest and best kite maker in all of Bear Country...well, we just can't lose," said Papa. The cubs helped Papa lay out the huge kite on the ground. After a while the big red kite was done. "Wow!" said Brother. "We're sure to win!" said Sister. But when the Bears tried to test the biggest and best kite in all of Bear Country, it wouldn't fly! "I know what the trouble is—we just can't run fast enough to get the kite up into the wind. But wait, I have an idea," said Papa. He called to Mama in the tree house. "Would you please bring the car around?" "Hel-1-l-lp!" shouted Papa, hanging on for dear life. "Stop the car! Stop the car!" "No!" yelled Brother to Mother. "If you stop, Papa will crash." "Tall trees ahead!" shouted Sister. "Go faster!" yelled Brother. "To lift Papa over the trees!" Mama speeded up and got Papa over the trees. But now he was higher than ever. "Hel-1-l-lp!" yelled Papa. But just up ahead they saw a lot of kites flying. It was the kite contest. In their excitement the cubs had forgotten all about the contest. "Stop!" shouted the cubs. "We have to enter the kite contest!" "If we stop, Papa will crash," explained Mama. They drove right past the contest. The cubs were very disappointed. They were so sad that they didn't see that just up ahead there was another sort of contest—a hang-glider contest. The giant hang gliders were zooming and swooping beautifully. And the Bears and high-flying Papa were headed right for them. "Congratulations!" said the hangglider judges. "We have awarded you a special prize for Best Stunt Flyer." The crowd cheered. "Thank you," said Papa. "Hang gliding just happens t