A Rainbow In My Pocket
that have fallen here”.
Charlie thought about what his mother had said as he ate his bread,
still warm from the fire. It was true, there was beauty all around them, but
did know of a place that was not beautiful, it was gray and ugly and
colorless. The more he thought about it the more sure he was that he could
change it. “I will bring the next rainbow I catch to that place” said Charlie.
Now his mind was made up, he decided to see what needed to be done.
After looking around Charlie knew it would be useless to bring a rainbow
here. Who would be able to see the beautiful colors if it was hidden by old
broken wagons and wheels, bottles, cans and worn-out hides, all the things
the village people no longer wanted and had been scattered about, it was
ugly. Charlie sat for a long time thinking, he knew it would take him many
days to clear away the mess village people had thrown there. Perhaps he
could ask the other children of the village to help. He told them what he was
going to do, and asked them to help, but no one was interested. Charlie
started alone. The children watched him leave early each morning, and they
would see him come home late in the afternoon. Gradually, one by one, they
joined to watch him, not so much because they wanted to help, but because
they were curious and really didn’t think Charlie could change the ugly