He knew he had to find the rainbow's end before night fell like a curtain veil towel over the land, hiding the rainbow in its shadows. After hurrying past towns, villages and meadows, Waldo came to a giant, gray huge, white dark, mottled stone, and as he scrambled up to the top and began to slide slip wriggle down to the other side he saw, right there before his amazed happy delighted eyes, the rainbow's end.

It was nestled, not in a pot of gold, as some believed, but grew stretched shimmered out of a field of flowers, flowers of every shade and color: colors.... , colors.... , colors.... , colors.... , colors.... , colors.... , stretching like a bridge arm dream over the land. It seemed to Waldo that the rainbow burst up and out of the flowers to soar like a bird song an eagle into the sky.

Quickly, like a rabbit eye blink lightening bolt , Waldo grabbed the end of the rainbow and began pulling easing yanking it down out of the sky, pushing folding nuzzling it into his basket. Just as he snapped slammed eased closed the lid of his basket on the last glimmering light of the rainbow, night came down like a rain storm fist blizzard , turning the world silent and still.

Waldo's heart was happy as a clown butterfly birthday party as he snuggled down sleepily in to the soft grass, surrounded by the fragrance scent aroma of flowers.

When he woke up the next morning, he was in a hurry to get home. He ate the food he had brought, and scampered past towns and villages, and waded across streams until finally he reached home. It was late in the afternoon.