#138 – The Tale of Daisy and the Pocket Rainbow

Once upon a time, a young girl named Daisy had been stuck inside playing for most of the day due to the rain outside. When the rain finally stopped, she walked towards to the park with her mother and father in the hopes of playing on her favourite slide. They were very nearly there when she noticed several families standing on the bridge that allowed them to cross over the Greenvale River and access the playground on the opposite side to the town’s main centre. Daisy could tell that it was something exciting as both the younger and older people were pointing at the sky while smiling and laughing. Daisy looked up at her father who gave her the nod to say it was O.K that she run ahead to see what the families were looking at. She took her hand out of her father’s hand and ran down to the bridge. After using her small size to her advantage to make her way to the front of the crowd, Daisy felt a little disappointed with what she saw. “What is it?” she asked the older man standing next to her.

“It’s the most beautiful rainbow I’ve ever seen,” he replied. “Just out there.” The man pointed in the direction where everyone was looking and pointing and smiling. Daisy gripped the bars of the bridge tightly and adjusted her head to get a better view. Her heart sank as she looked out over the valley only to discover that she could not see a rainbow in front of her at all.

What bothered Daisy the most, was that even her mother and father could clearly see the rainbow and were enjoying the moment by wrapping their arms around each other while standing cheek to cheek, admiring its beauty. Daisy walked over to her parents and tugged on her father’s shirt. He bent down, picked her up and swung her up on to his shoulders. Even with from this position, all Daisy could see was clear, blue sky and mountains that seemed to stretch on forever, but no rainbow. Daisy leaned down and whispered into her father’s ear, “Daddy, I can’t see the rainbow, where is it?” At first, her father thought that she was joking and laughed before realising that Daisy was telling the truth. He whispered something to Daisy’s mother that Daisy couldn’t hear and they started making their way to the front of the crowd by repeating somewhat insincere apologies. “Where is it, Daddy? Daisy asked while still on her father’s shoulders, “I still can’t see it.”

Some people standing nearby overheard the comment and looked over at Daisy and her family in disbelief. As her parents continued to try and point out the rainbow, word of Daisy’s struggle travelled from person to person standing on the bridge. Before long, most of the families were focused on ensuring that Daisy would be able to see the rainbow before it disappeared. Some suggestions were more helpful than others. “It won’t last long, certainly best she spots it soon!” commented an older lady, but it seemed as though no one could help Daisy see what they could see. Daisy tapped her father on the shoulder indicating that she was tired of searching for the rainbow, but, as her family turned to head towards the park, they saw that a group of people were huddled in the middle of the bridge, whispering amongst themselves. The crowd grew and soon it was only Daisy and her family that were not part of the group.

Eventually, a young boy separated from the group and walked over to Daisy’s family. “You have to wait here. I have to make sure that you wait here,” he said in a very serious tone. Daisy nodded and they watched as the crowd separated into two, with one group walking towards one end of the bridge and one group heading to the other. Daisy and her family couldn’t believe what they saw as the two groups walked off the bridge on to either side of the banks of the Greenvale River. Both groups slowly trudged their way over the banks stopping only when they reached either end of the rainbow. Just as the group discussed, they counted to three and lifted the rainbow out of the sky and carried it back towards the bridge. With Daisy still on her father’s shoulders, her family stared in disbelief.

The two groups were now standing at either end of the bridge and, while carrying their end of the rainbow, they walked towards each other, folding the rainbow in half. This pattern continued until they were able to make the rainbow small enough for one of the men in the group to carry it in the palm of his hand. He walked over to Daisy and encouraged her to climb down off of her father’s shoulders to see the rainbow up close. Daisy walked over to the man slowly and peered down at the rainbow. Her eyes lit up as she was finally able to see the beauty that had mesmerised everyone on the bridge for so long. The man took Daisy’s hand and put the rainbow in the palm of her hand. “It’s yours now, Daisy,” he said in a very calming voice.

Daisy looked up at her mother and father and smiled as she closed her fingers around the rainbow and put it in her pocket so that she could take it out and appreciate its beauty whenever she wanted.


My name is Gregg Savage and, every night when the house is quiet, I write and publish a free children’s story at dailytales.com.au for you to share and enjoy.


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