the sun makes the rocks dance in the heat, and the herd children hear one kite -lrb- never any more -rrb- whistling almost out of sight overhead, and they know that if they died, or a cow died, that kite would sweep down, and the next kite miles away would see him drop and follow, and the next, and the next, and almost before they were dead there would be a score of hungry kites come out of nowhere.