A pale rainbow hung over the meadow with no colors at all. Iris shouted, “Iris!” Only the wind answered, “…ris?”
She patted her pockets and called again. Bees buzzed in the clover. Then the blank rainbow slid toward the forest, and Iris ran after it.
In the forest, Iris touched a patch of red berries. A bright I jumped onto the rainbow. Iris laughed. “I! That’s part of me!”
At the stream, she splashed blue water and green reeds. R and I flicked onto the rainbow. Then a fish leaped up and sprayed her face with cold drops.
Iris blinked and scooped up a yellow buttercup. She chased the rainbow into the garden, where she tapped yellow pollen and purple petals.
All at once, the last letters flashed across it—S, then her whole name: IRIS. Iris stood very still, then grinned. “My name isn’t one color at all.”