Pot
of Gold
“Look!
A rainbow!”
Steve
stopped dribbling the ball to see where is his little brother was
pointing. The rainbow stretched across the sky, curving down to
settle in a thicket of trees at the back of the field.
“Let's
see if there's a pot of gold at the end of it,” his brother said
excitedly.
Steve
rolled his eyes, “Billy, there ain't gold at the end of a rainbow.”
Billy really could be a gullible kid sometimes.
“I'm
looking anyway. And if there is, I ain't sharing it with you,”
Billy hollered while sprinting across the field.
Steve
dashed after him. “Not if I find it first,” he yelled. If anyone
was going to find that gold, it was going to be him. He was the older
brother, after all.
