He thought to himself, "I wannabe the boy who puts the wondrous enchanting joy-giving rainbow back into the sky." Waldo ran, fast as a race car cold wind (an) athlete . When, at last, he came to the huge stone, he climbed up one side and slid down the other. There, stretched out before him as glorious as anything he had ever seen, was the field of every color flower. They swayed like wheat flags willows in the soft breeze.

Waldo put down his basket and opened the lid as wide as it would go. The rainbow shivered for a moment as if it were frightened cold worried then, warmed by the sun's glowing warming loving light, leapt gracefully like a ballerina shadow fountain across the brilliant, blue summer sky.

When Waldo got back home his father ran to him, picked him up and spun him around as if he were lighter than bubbles foam sunlight .

"Waldo! Waldo!" his father's happy voice rang like a bell song gong . "Do you see it, Waldo? Our rainbow, it's back in the sky."

"Waldo," his mother called. "Is it not brighter and more beautiful than ever before?"

Waldo smiled and nodded at his parents. And then he felt a small chuckle start to bubble in his mouth, and then the chuckle turned into a huge, hearty loud, lingering rowdy, raucous laugh. It started down at the bottom of his toes, tickling like a feather breeze blade of grass . It crept up his legs like a spider butterfly's wings shiver and raced right up into his mouth and exploded out like a volcano geyser roar . It was the loudest, happiest laugh Waldo had ever laughed.

Waldo had thought it would feel good to have the rainbow all to himself, but he had learned that the real joy of a thing is not in owning it, but in sharing it. Waldo's happy face seemed almost as bright glowing happy as the loving warming embracing rainbow that shone like a smile flame star in the endless blue deep blue ocean blue sky.