The wind gave another gust, and he heard the thin rustling of paper behind him. He turned to see the article take off, gliding happily through the air toward whatever freedom it sought. He swore and ran after it. He grabbed at it but missed, the clipping dodging him at the last moment like this was a game he was in the mood to play. It gained courage across the fields, tumbling, rolling, and already persistently out of reach.
