The Rainbow Cannon, by Robert P. Vermillion, Jr. — Page 1 of 5




The Rainbow Cannon

 

1…THE BIG FLOPS _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ IT NEVER CAME.

In a land much like ours, happy and playful rabbits hopped about in the early morning sunshine. They moved about between the towering pines, the rushing waterfalls and the gentle breeze, frolicking beneath the perfect blueness of a beautiful sky. They would play tag, follow the leader, hide and go seek and any other game they could think up to enjoy on such a gorgeous day.

But then came, as they did every so often, large gray clouds that slowly filled up the sky. They appeared one by one, shot from a special device called the Cloud Cannon kept in a city called the Gray Way.

Run by a group called the Gray Day Big Flops (on account of their gray fur and their big floppy ears and big floppy feet), the device had a barrel shaped like a puffy cloud and a small hole at the one end where the clouds were loaded.

How they were made was the seven gray rabbits (the darkest not quite black and the lightest not quite white) formed a ring in which they held paws and concentrated their energy into the center of the circle.

In no time a small ball of flowing, gray mist appeared. Once it reached a size just a mite smaller than the hole in the cannon, they loaded it in, pressed a button and braced for launch. Knowing what was coming, Glen, Gina, Gerry, Grant, George, Gus and Gabriella waited for that all-familiar sound.

Poof! The cloud cannonball shot out into the flawless blue sky and immediately took shape as a large, grayish mass. Shortly after, it was followed by dozens more and, once the sky was filled, they started to rain.

Creatures great and small sought shelter wherever they could find it – in caves, under trees, underground, anywhere they could get to quickly enough. They knew the routine and that all they had to do was wait it out. That storm, as with all gone before and all following, would eventually end.

And when it did, well, it was quite a sight.

From the other side of the world, a tribe of seven rabbits (called the Rainbow Big Flops on account of their colorful fur and their big floppy ears and big floppy feet) produced a device much like that of the Gray Day Big Flops except their cannon launched not clouds but rainbows. They started much like the cloud cannonballs from the Gray Days except with a whole new color palette and not in a city called Gray Way, rather a town called Rainbow Arcs.

Each rabbit in the Rainbow Big Flops had fur of a different color. There was a red one named Rudolph, an orange one named Olivia, a yellow one named Yorick, a green one named Gary, a blue one named Bunny, an indigo one named Isabel and a violet one named, well, Violet. Their cannon had a barrel shaped like a semicircle and a small hole at the one end where the rainbows were loaded.

They were made the same way as the Gray Days' clouds. Rudolph, Olivia, Yorick, Gary, Bunny, Isabel and Violet would stand in a ring and hold paws, concentrating their energy into the center of the circle. In no time a small ball of flowing, rainbow-colored mist appeared. Once it reached a size just a mite smaller than the hole in the cannon, they loaded it in, pressed a button and braced for launch.

Poof! The rainbow cannonball shot out into the ever-lightening gray sky and immediately took shape as an enormous, colorful arc stretching from as far east as one could see to as far west.

Shortly after it appeared, the clouds continued to shrink and then to finally disappear into the air. Creatures great and small came out of their shelters wherever they found them – out of their caves, out from under the trees and back above ground. They knew the routine and that all they had to do was wait the storm out. It, as with all gone before, ended.

It went on that way for years beyond what anyone could remember: blue sky, gray clouds, rain, colorful rainbow. It didn't happen every day, rather almost once a week.

Then, after the years beyond what anyone could remember, something strange happened. It started like any other stormy day – blue sky, gray clouds and rain. While all creatures great and small hid in their shelters, waiting out the storm, they expected to see shortly the awesome rainbow that told them the shower was over. Except ... it never came.

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