One sunny afternoon, Zosia was walking with her mother to a big festival in the park. In her hand she was clutching strings of as many as three balloons: yellow like the sun, blue like the sky and red like a ripe strawberry. The festivities were full of laughter, music and children's voices. Zosia jumped up and down with joy, feeling the balloons bobbing above her head. Suddenly, as she tried to show the balloons to her friend Antek, the red one started to slip out of her hand. - Oh no! - she exclaimed, seeing the string slip from her fingers. The red balloon slowly floated higher and higher until the wind carried it up into the sky. Zosia felt something strange appear in her tummy - as if butterflies were flying here and there. She was very sad, and tears glazed in her eyes. Antoś stood next to her. - Nothing is wrong, Zosia - he said quietly. But Zosia felt that he was very worried. She remembered how happy she had been about the red balloon. Now she also felt anger at the wind and regret for what she had lost. Then, unexpectedly, an old lady with a purple hat approached Zosia. In her hand she held ...