The rain had just finished when Johnny opened the curtains and looked out, across the yard of his family’s farm. The light was softened by the remaining haze and the bleariness of his still sleep-weary eyes.
The yard was quiet, except for the young calves that Johnny had helped his father deliver the night before. Already on their feet, they rolled around, tentatively nosing the ground and flinching at the slightest movement.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a flash of spectrumial light; red and yellow and pink and green, purple and orange and blue, “I can see a rainbow”, shouted Johnny, and it’s attacking the calves.
At that moment Johnny’s father burst into the yard, splintering the old wooden gates into kindling, with the front end of his tractor; seeing Johnny standing at the window, he screamed “Get down, for the love of God, get down”. Johnny didn’t hesitate, dropping his body, like a lead-filled pheasant. Just before Johnny slipped beneath the sill of the window, he glimpsed his father launch himself bodily from the tractor seat, holding aloft what appeared to be a large glass prism.