Slappy shut his eyes and waited for the long drop to the ground. 
     But it never came. When Slappy looked again, he saw why. 
          His hooks had caught on the sun itself. And the sun was pulling 
     his rig across the sky! 
          Now, another sign painter might have been frightened. But not 
     Slappy Hooper! He was enjoying the ride! 
          He'd cruised a good distance when Michael appeared on the 
     scaffold beside him. "The Boss likes your rainbow, Slappy," thundered 
     Michael. 
          "You mean, it's not TOO good?" said Slappy. 
          "If it's not TOO good, it's not good enough!" said Michael. 
     "That's the way we figure it. Anyhow, now that you're here, the Boss 
     has another job for you--if you don't mind working odd hours." 
          "Tell me about it," said Slappy. 
          "It's the sunrise and sunset," said Michael. "I guess you know, 
     the Boss Himself has been painting them since Time began. But He's 
     getting older now. He wouldn't mind handing the work to someone 
     younger." 
          "I'm your man," said Slappy Hooper.