Mikey followed the golden-brick road, which would have been more entertaining if it were the Yellow Brick Road to Oz with Munchkins to keep him company. After several miles he came to the Mountain of Glory, red-sided, cloud-capped, no living thing, not even trees apparently on it. Yeppers, that matched the description he was told alright.
A little further on he saw a piece of art which must be the Holy Monogram. A T inside a circle with seven colors and shapes. They seemed to be painted on large differently shaped buttons that could be pressed.
But pressed in what order? Mikey thought about what Travis the Wise Man of the Mountain had said. “Press the buttons in the right order and you will have a rainbow day.”
“That’s it!” thought Mikey. The seven colors were the same as those in the rainbow–but which order? He did not want to be dragon kibble. Three chances before becoming dragon dinner. That means two chances: red to violet or violet to red. He chose to press the colors in the usual order listed in West Virginia, Mountain Mama: Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet. A mist engulfed him, a clear path opened ahead of him. He walked down that path and left Travisland behind, returning to West Virginia, Mountain Mama.
A few minutes later, Mikey woke up from his dream as his diuretics were working effectively.
The End.
Writings of Michael Vincent Schwing (Tyrrannis I Saurranno) of Indianapolis, Indiana, USA 