When Trina was asked to describe the fairy she had seen, she had a clear image in her head of a nut-brown miniature person with silver wings. She could see the flowing dark locks of hair and the bright black eyes. She could recall the black jumpsuit and the tiny boots. But when she opened her mouth to explain it, all that came out was 'jelly beans.' And no matter how hard she tried to form the words, all that came out was, 'jelly beans.' So she tried instead to draw the fairy and all that her hand would do was draw little bean shapes. She could say anything and draw anything so long as it wasn't anything about the fairy that had visited her in the night to give her a top secret mission. Now it was obvious that she'd have no choice but to keep it a secret. And even when she thought that she
