she was set on sharpening her pencils this time she had decided never to stop until she had all the colours, all hues ready to get the big task done the task for which she had been preparing as long as she could remember:
to make the rainbow, though not just the image of the rainbow, the whole rainbow, the real rainbow, blossom on every sky. she just hadn't expected so many colours, it was simply maddening. so busy was she, fidgeting on and on
that she failed to notice she had shed an eyelash, and that the eyelash and the rainbow had become, from a certain point onward, indistinguishable.