

          That Wednesday morning, Slappy rented himself a cannon and set it 
     in a big cow pasture. He tied two ropes to his scaffold, then ran the 
     other ends through a couple of skyhooks. Then he loaded the skyhooks 
     in the cannon and shot them straight up. 
          Sure enough, the skyhooks caught on the sky. 
          Slappy felt the first raindrops. He piled all his paints and 
     brushes onto his scaffold, climbed on, and hoisted himself up, up, and 
     up! 
          He kept going till he was just under the clouds. Then he tied his 
     ropes and started to paint. 
          Slip! slop! slap! 
          Slappy had only just finished, when the sun popped through the 
     clouds and lit it all up. 
          You never saw a finer rainbow! It had every color you can 
     imagine, each one blending perfectly with the next. And not a brush 
     stroke in sight. 
          Just then, Slappy felt a big jolt. He looked up to see what had 
     done it. 
          The sun had run smack into his skyhooks! 


