The birds with which I flew south were chirping loudly, sharing stories and telling jokes. I’ve never seen so many colors in just one place! It was like a rainbow, but it was moving through the sky, shifting and changing!
“Where do you live, Aeria?” asked one of the birdies, a green hummingbird.
“Umm… There! Down there, Mr. Birdie!” I said, pointing below. My house was there, and mommy and daddy were there, even Wing Dancer. They waved and cheered at me from below.
“Hiiii~! Look at me, look at me!” I shouted back, doing a few awesome backflips and spins. They cheered even harder; in fact, they were so loud that some of the birdies had to pluck their wings into their tiny little ears.
“Don’t yell so loud! You’ll scare all the birdies!” I screamed. My parents’ voices were really loud now; even I had to cover my ears.
The poor birdies chirped and flew away from me – I was really mad at mom and dad now! I flew down to them, waving a hoof to silence them.
“Look what you did!” I bellowed, unable to out-scream their constant cheering and applauding. They didn’t seem to notice I wasn’t in the sky anymore.
“You scared all the birdies! Be quiet!” Their voices were really irritating now. So close, so loud… Buzzing like a thousand bees… Buzzing?
* * *
I woke up with a loud snore escaping my mouth. The alarm clock on the table beside me was making a racket, and it ‘fell to the ground’ before I managed to silence it. My ears were all sore from the sound – I had no idea why mommy insisted we buy that particular clock. It was plain and dumb, with red numbers in it instead of two needles on a disk. Also, I was totally heartbroken when she said that the one I liked, a funny looking birdie clock, was too expensive.
“Maybe you’ll get it on your birthday, honey,” mommy tried to cheer me up. Well, that didn’t work – I already knew what I wanted, and a birdie alarm clock wasn’t on the list.
I glared at the ugly clock on the floor, reading the numbers – 6:00 AM. Why in the sky would somepony set my clock to go off so early? Today wasn’t a school day…
Oh my! How could I forget! Today is Saturday! Saturday! As fast as I could, I slipped out of bed and trotted to mom and dad’s bedroom. It was closed, and they told me before not to enter… Unless it was an emergency. Hm. Well, this was important. It was Saturday!
I stood on my hind legs and pushed the doorknob. The doors swung open almost soundlessly, revealing the large bed in which mommy and daddy slept. Above their heads was a big portrait of our smiling family – I remembered sleeping under it many times when I was scared or lonely. Mommy and daddy would hug me, and I would snuggle up to either of them and fall asleep in their hooves…
I giggled silently and crouched down, sneaking up to the bed. As lightly as I could I lifted the blanket and crawled under it. Mommy and daddy were really close, sleeping in each other’s embrace… It was so cute! I knew they loved each other very much – mommy would cook for daddy every day, and he would bring her some nice things to wear. They laughed a lot, and loved me and Wing Dancer very hard, sometimes so hard I couldn’t breathe. Especially daddy, he was like an octopus – once he got ya, he just wouldn’t let go if you didn’t bite him in the neck! Or lick his ear!
I wouldn’t give up on my plan that easily. I wriggled my way between them, very gently, keeping my hooves before me and wings very close to my body. After some long moments, my head finally popped from under the blanket and I got to look at my parents’ faces. Mommy was smiling in her sleep – maybe she had the same birdy dream I just had! I wish she had – well, maybe except for that last, loud part. Stupid, dull alarm clock.
Daddy had his tongue out and was wetting his pillow. Hihi, he would be in for a surprise when he woke up! And he had to wake up soon! It was 6 AM! And Saturday!
It felt so good, being between their warm and tickling furs, I almost forgot what I came here for in the first place. I turned to daddy and couldn’t help but smile. I poked his tongue with a hoof – it moved slightly and daddy said something that I didn’t understand. I giggled and poked it again. He gave out a snore and shifted – his hooves went around my neck and he pet my mane. I fit my head under his jaw as he drew me closer to himself – so warm and fuzzy. I felt his wings scratching my belly – he was a tickle master even in his sleep! I tried hard not to laugh, but it was just impossible!
“Wh… Whaaaaaaa~” half-asked, half-yawned daddy, opening his sleepy eyes and looking down at me. “Oh… Hello there sweetheart,” he sighed, kissing me on the head and hugging gently. I loved when daddy was sleepy like that – he was so gentle then, compared to when he was all octopus-y when awake.
“Something the matter?” he asked, rubbing his eye. The silly didn’t remember too. It was Saturday!
“It’s Saturday!” I whispered into his ear, bouncing slightly on his chest. “It’s 6 AM! Get up, get up! It’s Saturday! We’re going to the Rainbow Factory! Now, now, wake up!”
* * *
Daddy was making fun of me, pretending to go to sleep again. I jumped on his torso a few times, but all he did was fake snoring. He was so loud he even woke up mommy, who tried to close his muzzle at first, but then understood what was happening. She smiled at us as I tried to make him open his eyes. Doing it with a hoof didn’t seem to work, so I resorted to the one, the only, the most fail-proof way to make daddy do something – I furiously licked his ear! I put so much energy into it that he grabbed me, giggling, and tried to push me down, ruffling my mane in the process.
I didn’t want to give up. My hair was ruined, and dad had to pay for that! I wiggled out of his embrace and went for the other ear! I was relentless! Like a puma! no, a tiger! A Saber-tooth Tiger!
“I give up, I give up!” pleaded daddy, looking at mom for help. But mommy was on my side this time, which gave me even more energy to torture him!
“You know, there is only one way to make her stop,” said mom, yawning and sitting up.
“Okay, okay! I’m getting up, please, spare me! I have a family and kids!” laughed dad, hiding his head under the blanket. He sealed himself tight, so I waited, wagging my tail impatiently, for a moment to strike again. I jumped over him a few times, giggling uncontrollably, before mommy decided ‘enough was enough’ and took me away.
She kissed me gently and allowed me to sink into her wonderful mane that always smelled like flowers. I didn’t even notice when daddy managed to run away!
“Moooommmyyyy,” I moaned, trying to go after him, but restrained by her firm grip. “Daddy is running away! What if he goes without me?! I have to… Watch him!... It’s Saturday! I have to go, mommy, let me go!”
“Haha, settle down sweetie,” laughed mommy, petting my mane in a way only she could. It was the best feeling ever – long, gentle strokes that made you arch your back in delight. Mommy was the best hugger ever when she was awake. “Daddy wouldn’t leave you, not after he promised he would take you to his factory. Remember our lessons about patience? Let daddy prepare.”
“Oooohhh… Okaaay…” I conceded, leaning back and allowing mommy to stroke my mane, belly and mouth. It was ticklish at times and I couldn’t help but smile. I would get to see how rainbows were made in just a few short moments!
“Mommy… Can I go see if daddy is ready now?”
She just chuckled and kissed my forehead.
* * *
“We’re here. Rainbow Production Facility, in all its glory,” said daddy with pride, pointing to a tall building that looked like an open arena. There were a lot of Pegasus there, flying around with all sorts of things, mainly buckets. And you know what else I saw?
“Raaainbooows,” I said slowly in awe. Yes, there were literally bazillions of rainbow fountains, lakes of rainbows, rainbows gushing from every pipe and crevice! “Wooooowww…” That is all I managed to say. The view was indescribable, and not because I was still learning new words from Ms. Sunshine. It was just that beautiful.
“Come on in, I’ll show you how they are made, step by step,” smiled daddy, showing a piece of paper to a pony dressed in blue. He had a star strapped to his chest… Did that mean he made stars for the rainbows? That didn’t make sense.
“Who was that pony?” I asked daddy, allowing him to put a helmet on my head. It was too big so I had to tilt my head upwards to see anything from underneath it.
Daddy tried to hide away a giggle, but he was poor at that. I gave him a stern look and jerked my head backwards, causing the helmet to move and stop on my back. I now saw better how he was laughing at me.
“Sorry, Aeria… That-… That helmet is too big for you, and you look just… So adorable,” chuckled daddy. I always looked adorable, duh. But that didn’t give daddy the right to laugh at a big mare like me. I’d get him, sooner or later. He’ll have his whole ears wet, and he’ll never know who did it, and when.
“Okay, let’s try and strap this on…” He finally calmed down and adjusted the headwear, again covering half my view with the darn thing. I felt pressure under my muzzle as he did something down there.
“Too tight!” I complained, pushing his hooves away. “I’ll do it myself!” I sat on my haunches and started fiddling with the contraption, unknowingly sticking my tongue out while focusing.
“Hi there, Sunny Cloud!” said somepony to my dad. It was another stallion, a blue Pegasus. Him and daddy shook hooves. “That your kid?” he asked, pointing at me.
“Yeah, that’s my sweet little Aeria,” smiled dad, watching as I kept fighting with the helmet.
“She sure is a cutie, Sunny! Hey there darling!” The stallion came up to me and crouched. I only saw half his face, but it wasn’t much to look at. Daddy was way more handsome. “You need help with that?”
“No! Me, I’ll do it alone! Um, thank you!” I added, finally managing to close the clasp. I shook my head a little, but the helmet wouldn’t move. Guess I’ll just have to keep my head up high to see anything!
“Haha, I can see you got everything under control,” chuckled the colt, standing up and addressing my father again. “You have a good day now Sunny. Care to catch a beer or two in the evening?”
“Don’t mind if I do,” replied daddy, finally deciding to move along.
“Can I come too?” I asked, bumping against dad’s side.
“You? Oh, darling, you’re too little… And, uh, you should be in bed by that time. This is big pony stuff, you understand.”
Whatever. I would ask mommy later anyway, and she would definitely say yes. I liked spending time with mommy and daddy, especially out of the house, where I could practice my flying! Because I am an awesome flier! Just the other day, I flew for the first time, and it was already so high up, I had to look down to see mommy and daddy! And I wasn’t tired at all after that, no sir!
“So, first, a rainbow starts out as regular rain water,” said daddy, pointing to a pond in the middle of the cloud floor. I snapped back to attention, folding my wings that sprung out as soon as I thought about flight. “Because that is what rainbows are mainly made of,” he explained further.
“Just like clouds?” I asked hesitantly. I didn’t quite remember if it was clouds or something else that was made out of rainwater. Maybe only lakes?
“Yes, just like clouds, Aeria! These two have a lot in common. They are made from water, and each is made to a certain specification and according to demand.”
“Huh?” I tilted my head, taking in as much of the view as my headgear would allow.
“Oh, uh… Rainbows and clouds are each hoof-made, only when they are needed.”
“Why is that? Can’t we have rainbows in the sky all the time?” It was a very important question. Why couldn’t we have a reason to smile by simply looking at a thousand rainbows in the sky?
“Well, sweetheart, don’t you think that would be too much? Would rainbows be so fun and special if you saw them everywhere, be it in good or bad, sad or happy?”
“Well… Nooo… But a lot of rainbows can make anything happy and good!” I countered.
“Yes, that is why they are used sparingly! They are like birthday gifts – they have a meaning only as long as we give it to them. If you got presents every day, your birthday wouldn’t be as special as it is now, right?”
“If I got presents every day, I would be a very happy pony, daddy! And you’d be the best, most awesome daddy in all of Equestria!” I said, giving him my widest smile ever.
“You would get tired really fast and they wouldn’t be as fun as they are supposed to-”
“Nu-uh!” I said, bouncing around him, “I have so many toys I’d like to have! I would play with all of them, each day! A talking Celestia doll, Dinky and Winky hoof puppets, a birdie alarm clock, a SuperMare cape, and, and…”
“Haha, I know you would, I know. You’ll get something special for your birthday, I promise,” cut dad, sighing for no reason. Shucks, seems he wasn’t serious about giving me presents each day… So close!
* * *
Daddy took me to another part of the building, where a large contraption sat. It looked like a giant window, but was shaped like a triangle, and there were all sorts of colors whirling inside!
“This is called a Diamond Prism, Aeria,” said daddy, greeting a few mares and colts that were staring at us. Or rather, staring at my silly helmet. I wished I could take it off.
“What does it do, daddy? It’s so pretty, almost like a rainbow!” I squeaked, moving my head around to get a better view of the neat colors inside.
“It breaks down the water, mixes it with colors and produces a protoRainbow. This is the first stage at which a rainbow begins resembling a rainbow. Water is poured through that pipe,” said daddy, pointing to a large funnel at the top of the prism, “then travels down into the Prism, mixing with the colors we add through the other funnel,” he continued, indicating a few ponies who poured paint into the machine, “ and all that is mixed inside, for at least a few hours.”
“Hours?! It takes so long to make a rainbow?”
“That’s not even a half-done rainbow, darling,” chuckled daddy, leading me to yet another funnel that came from the bottom of the prism. Steadily, a multi-color paste-kinda-thingy was oozing from the exit. It looked like really chilled mixed ice-cream.
“How does it taste, daddy?” I asked, feeling my mouth water at the memory of summer ice-cream.
“Taste? Haha, rainbows aren’t known for their taste, darling. Why, the other day I saw somepony try a lick, and her face went through all the colors of the rainbow. All she could say was that it was ‘hot’,” snorted dad.
I looked at the colorful paste that was called a protoRainbow. It wasn’t half as magnificent as the things daddy put up in the sky, and it made sense, since he wasn’t making any rainbows today, showing me around and all…
“Why is it called a protoRainbow, dad?” I asked as we left the machine and ponies to their work.
“Well, for starters, it is a very dense mass. It has all the colors mixed up and it’s… You can call it, dirty. The next step is refining the rainbow. We do it in this room,” said daddy, nodding towards a couple of ponies standing at tables. They had the mutli-hued paste on very large desks and examined it carefully under large spyglasses. Slightly above them, there were mechanical arms with needles and hoof-gloves underneath. Once in a while, a pony would reach out for one of those things and start doing something to the protoRainbow.
“What are they doing, daddy?” I cocked my head to see better, but it was no use. The tables were too high.
Daddy saw I was squirming around and took me on his back so I could see.
“They are separating each color here, darling” he said.
What dad said didn’t even describe half of it! At one end, there was the paste – a mash-up that looked like dirty ice-cream… On the other end, however, I saw several thick strands of colors – blue, green, red, yellow, orange and purple. In the middle, in front of the working pony, was where the magic happened!
The colt was staring long and hard at the paste, sometimes leaning in to look through his spyglass. Then, without warning, he reached for the mechanical needle and… And he was so fast! His hooves moved like lightning over the paste, I didn’t even notice what was happening! At the end of it all, another inch or so of the divided rainbow colors showed itself…
“Woooooow,” I gasped, leaning in to see better, nearly falling off of dad’s back.
The pony at the table turned around and smiled at us – well, mainly at me.
“Well, who have we got here, Sunny? You brought us a new employee, yes?” he chuckled, greeting my dad.
“What’s an employee, daddy?” I asked, nodding kindly at the stallion. Mommy and daddy always told me to be nice to other grown-ups. It was called manners. I had no problem with mastering manners – everypony was always nice to me, so why shouldn’t I be nice to them too?
“An employee is a worker, honey,” replied daddy, allowing me to get down from his back.
“I’m going to work here?” I asked, furrowing a brow. “Is it even legal to make kids work?”
They both laughed, even despite my most stern looks.
“No, no, of course not. Sabre was just joking around,” smiled daddy, putting a hoof over me and squeezing to his side. A bit too forcefully, as always. And he managed to tilt my helmet to the right. Great.
While I struggled to level the darn thing, dad had a chat with the worker, using some fancy words I didn’t quite know yet. While they were talking nonsense, I stood on my hind legs and looked at the table. The needle thingy was way high up, too high for me to reach. I poked the rainbow pasta and it jiggled funnily, almost like the jelly mommy makes every now and then. I shifted along the table and poked the red colored strand. It was more solid and didn’t bounce. Boring.
“Hey, you want to try a hoof at it?” somepony asked me.
“Huh? Me? Really?!” I turned to see Sabre and dad smile at me. They were serious! I’d get to make a rainbow! “Wow! A Rainbow! I’ll help make a rainbow! It’s going to be the bestest rainbow ever! Yay! And everypony is going to see it!”
“Quite a ball of energy, that one is,” commented the worker Pegasus as I climbed onto my dad’s back.
I looked at the paste and focused on the spot that connected the separate noodles of colors from the ugly paste. I watched it very carefully and peeked at it through the spyglass, just like Sabre did, and then I reached for the needle thingy… But I was stopped by another hoof.
“Hehe, slow down there, girl,” smirked Sabre, receiving my frown in return.
“I’m making a rainbow,” I said, as if that wasn’t obvious enough.
“I know, I know. Let me just help ya a bit, hmm? You wouldn’t want to hurt yourself, now would you?” clumsily he put his forelegs around me, inserting my tiny hoof into the large glove. Jeez, he sure had a big hoof. No wonder he had to use such a small needle!
“Alright, now, pay attention. We do it like this… Insert the needle riiiight… Heere… And then pull… Yeees, all the way, all the way… Uuuuup. Good, very good!” applauded the stallion.
I was so proud of myself! On the needle that seemed to have some sort of hook at its end, there was a single red string. One that I selected myself! … With a little help from Sabre.
“What I do now, what I do now?!” I squeaked, feeling the string slip from the needle.
“Hehe, okay, now, put it down… Aaaand around… Yes, yes, don’t be shy, you have to… use a biiiit of force… Yes, make sure that stays in there… Aha, yes, great! There we go! Another strand put in place, bravo!” Sabre stomped his hooves, as did my daddy. Soon, the whole room came to see my work and they all applauded me. I felt my cheeks go red and my face turn into a giant grin!
“Again, again! Another one! I want to make more rainbow!”
* * *
Everypony was impressed by my precision and skill! Of course, the first two strands Sabre helped me pick up, but I did the green one all by myself! It kind of sprung out after I put it with the rest, but a bit of spit when nopony was looking did the trick. I sniffed my hoof – it smelled like some really spicy herbs. I’ll have to wash that soon…
“Aeria, dear,” started daddy, leading me into a room full of washing machines and irons, “this is the place at which each strand is carefully cleaned and pressed into a neat, thin and clean, um, fabric,” he said, showing me several wide rug-like fabrics lying in neat stacks. Each stack had a different color, and they were almost shiny, so pure was the color!
“So, here you give rainbows a bath?”
“Yes, yes, you can say that,” chuckled daddy, greeting the ponies that noticed us. “It is important to refine the colors – without that extra bit of care, the rainbows wouldn’t shine so much, and would bog the sky down with uninteresting, muddy colors.”
“Oh, okay,” I commented, looking around. There wasn’t anything interesting here, except for tons and tons of rainbow colors rolling around in giant washing machines. Them spinning things made me a bit dizzy, so we moved on quite fast, into yet another room that had desks on it.
This time, instead of a single needle, there was a dozen or so things hovering over each table, over which bent ponies worked.
“This is the most important place of them all, save for the Diamond Prism,” said daddy, showing me to one of the tables.
“Jeff, hi! This is my daughter, Aeria. I’m showing her around the factory… Hope you don’t mind we look at how you weave rainbows?”
The colt that my dad was talking to looked from above his glasses and then down at me. I tilted my head to take a full look at his face. He looked kind of mean, so I narrowed my eyes and gave back the stare. There would be a silence between us, but the room was full of clicking that reminded me of scissors.
“Why not,” shrugged the colt, returning to his work. He put his hooves into gloves that commandeered the sharp and pointy needles above him and continued his work.
Again on dad’s back, I watched as the stallion took colorful threads and put them together. At first it looked like he was doing it at random – a bit of green, some yellow, orange and so on… But then… As he was shifting and turning it around, a rainbow pattern emerged! It was beautiful, although it looked a bit too solid for me. Rainbows looked almost like clouds, not like some kid’s shirt design.
“This looks like a rainbow, but… Not quite?” I cocked my head to look at it at a different angle. Nope, still not right.
“That’s because this rainbow hasn’t been ‘blown out’ yet,” smiled daddy, waving his hoof around the room. “You see, this is almost a finished rainbow. But as you’ve already noticed, it isn’t as shimmering or ‘delicate’ as a normal rainbow should be. That is what happens last to a rainbow, and that is what your daddy does,” he said, putting his head to mine. I kissed his forehead and snuggled up to him briefly.
“Thanks Jeff, you have a nice day now.”
“Yeah,” murmured the pony, again giving me that look. That I gave back. We didn’t break eye contact up until daddy was going to turn a corner. Then, I showed him my tongue. I could only imagine the look on his face!
* * *
“This is the last room,” said daddy, trotting over to some stairs that were really high. Right next to them, there was a rainbow fountain – some ponies were throwing dust at the flowing liquid, making it all sparkle in the small pond below.
“This is where post-processing takes place, and where the rainbow receives its shine, shape and-”
“Awesomeness!” I finished for daddy, jumping near the rainbow lakes and fountains.
It was like a dream! The colors are all that I have ever imagined! I was really tempted to try and take a bath in one of the rainbow containers, but daddy must have seen that coming and took me away before I could hop in. Too bad, having a rainbow colored coat to show off to the other foals would be super cool!
“Now, this is my workplace,” daddy told me, showing me an empty chair and desk. “The rainbows are liquefied in high temperature and led through really thin tubes to cool down, so that the colors don’t mix up too much. Then they land as you see them here,” he pointed to the dozens of rainbow puddles. “Finally, your daddy and his co-workers get to work on the rainbows, to spice them up.”
“But you said you shouldn’t eat rainbows. Why add spice?” I asked, rubbing my chin.
“It’s a figure of speech, honey. What we actually do is add glitter, enhance the color with some herbs and…” he came near a strange, long tube and dunk one of its ends in a rainbow puddle. He then adjusted a few dials and levers on the box that was strapped onto the tube and pressed a big red button for a second…
I couldn’t believe it! From the other side, a small rainbow cloud appeared! It was just like a real rainbow – delicate, shimmering, sporting all the colors a proper rainbow should have.
“It’s beautiful…” I whispered, my voice scaring the rainbow cloud away from me. “Wait, rainbow, wait!” I called it, but it just kept going away.
At one point, it begun moving upwards – I tried to fly up there, but it was no use; I didn’t focus enough and all my flapping barely lifted me off the ground. I was really sad daddy’s rainbow left me… It was so nice and…
I saw daddy slowly approach the rainbow from above, a jar and lid in his hooves. In one fluid motion, he closed the rainbow smoke in the container… He flew down…
My eyes were big now, and I felt my jaw drop...
Daddy gave the jar to me. I looked at him in awe.
“… For me? Mine?” I gasped, looking at the swirling beauty inside the jar. It was perfect.
“Of course. My princess deserves at least that much – a rainbow, your very own… From me, to you,” he said, kissing my forehead.
This was the best gift ever. I know I said that about many cool things mommy and daddy gave me. But this? This was the best, it was the Prince and Princess amongst all the stuff a filly- mare! like me could get! I can bet nopony at school even ever touched a rainbow! While me? Me?! I had a rainbow, my very own rainbow! And it was made by daddy, for me, just for me! My own rainbow!
“I’ll name it Puffy, and I’ll take care of it, I promise!” I squealed, digging my face into daddy’s warm side. I was so happy I didn’t want to ever let go of the jar, or daddy. I kept repeating “Thankyou!” so fast even I couldn’t understand it, and the words were further muffled by daddy’s coat…
Everypony around stared, and it kind of made me feel silly. I was a big mare. Almost as big as mommy. But… But I would always be daddy’s little filly! For him, always…
“Thank you daddy,” I repeated, giving him a warm and long kiss on the cheek. “I love you.”
* * *
The way back home was full of laughs, remembering all the fun we had at the factory. I couldn’t wait to tell mommy how I was making a rainbow, and that once it was washed, sewn together and ‘blown out’, we would all see it!
When we got back home, I immediately said ‘Hello!’ to mommy, pecked her on the cheek and darted to my room.
Puffy needed a place to sleep after all. Finding him a special place close to me was very important. Puffy seemed really happy with me – he was swirling around joyfully in his jar, sparkling like diamond dust. Soon, I found a perfect place for him – I let the stupid alarm clock fall on accident again, and put Puffy in its spot.
“There, Puffy, you’ll like it here,” I said, looking mesmerized at the container. Puffy was waving at me with all his colors, happy with his new home.
“Now, let me introduce you to Mr. Snugglebears. Mr. Snugglebears, this is Puffy. He’s our new friend – daddy gave him to me, just like he did with you, Mr. Snugglebears!”
* * *
It took me very long to eat supper. I just couldn’t stop talking about the factory, daddy’s friends, that grumpy stallion, and the way daddy gave me Puffy. I was so happy with my new friend I decided to forget punishing daddy for laughing at me earlier. In fact, I think I would make him something nice, together with Puffy and Mr. Snugglebears. Yea, a nice drawing! Daddy loved my drawings, he always took them to work and showed them off! Maybe that’s where everypony got their ideas for making rainbows in the first place? Some of them were suspiciously similar to the ones I drew…
“Hey, there’s a rainbow outside,” noticed Wing Dancer, bored as always.
We all rushed to the window and looked outside – yes, that was a really beautiful rainbow! Very long, with such juicy colors! And that sparkling made it super-duper awesome!
“Look mommy, look Wing Dancer!” I laughed. “That’s my rainbow! I did it, I did it! Look, look closely! See that green? It’s my work, I did it! This is my rainbow!”
Mommy and daddy chuckled, hugging me from both sides so that only my head was poking out. I was looking outside at the colorful sky, one that couldn’t live without rainbows. And one of them was mine. All mine, made by daddy, my beloved daddy. Puffy, we’re going to have so much fun together!