The Story
The Ram on the Red Rock.
High in the mountains, where the rocks are red, lived a great ram with one great curling horn. He was the strongest climber in all the hills.
One day after a storm a rainbow appeared over the far valley. "I will run to the rainbow," said the ram, "and climb to the top of it." "Rrr," he rumbled, "rrr," like thunder low in his throat.
Up he ran over the red rocks, from ledge to ledge. He stood straight with his back to the mountain, his round horn curling up at the top, and his strong front leg reaching out at a slant to the next rock.
The rabbits and the ravens watched him race toward the rainbow. But the closer he came, the farther away the rainbow seemed to be, until at last it faded into the blue sky.
The ram was not sad. He stood on the highest red rock and roared, "Rrr!" with joy, for he had seen the whole world from up there. And the rabbits said to each other, "Look, he is standing in the shape of R."