The longer Waldo looked at the rainbow, the more he liked it. The more he liked it, the more he felt an urge deep down inside of him, to have that rainbow all to himself. "I wannabe the boy who owns that rainbow," Waldo thought. "I want it all to myself. That way, I can look at it whenever I want feel like it choose ."

Waldo rushed back inside his house, raced up the wooden rickety creaky stairs, and threw open the door to his small, neat large, airy very messy room. He grabbed his "keeping secret things" basket. It was large and straw colored dark brown bright yellow and very strong. Waldo felt certain if he folded the rainbow just right, it would fit neatly perfectly happily into his basket.

Waldo raced ran skipped back downstairs. He knew it might take a very long time to find the rainbow's end and he wanted to be prepared. He felt sure, though, that if he was brave as a soldier hero warrior and fast as a cheetah race horse train and clever as a teacher parent wizard , he would find it and then it would be his and his alone only to own .