Gather up everybody. All the boys – none of the girls will do it, it is their nature not to. Tell the guys to bring paper, and a straw.

I saw a rainbow.

On TV, I’ve watched older kids shooting spitballs at teachers and blackboards. Do you think we could hit the rainbow?

No, somebody yelled, it’s in the sky! We can’t hit it!

Yeah, someone else piped up, and it’s too far away!

And how do you know?

Silence.

Precisely. Men, we’ll never know unless we try. I want every ounce in our Kindergarten bodies to try with the might of Jimmy’s older brother.

Whoa, they whispered in admiration.

Ready, men?

Aim..
Fire.