“Well, Tia, what gift do you have for your king?”
“I’m a poor rabbit, Your Majesty. I don’t have designer gifts to shower you with, nor do I have gold, silver, diamonds, or anything of that sort,” she replied.
“You mean to tell me that you dared show your face in my presence, in my palace, with no gift for me?”
“Your Majesty, I’m here to present to you my only valuable precious possession.”
“You are wasting my time; I don’t see anything on you that’s worth having,” the king said disappointedly.
“What I’m offering you can’t be seen with the naked eyes, Your Majesty. My gift to you is nothing else but my heart.”
“Your heart?” asked the king.
“Yes, my king,” Tia answered.
The king was overjoyed that Tia had given him what no other doe had thought of, something he had hoped and longed for, for years.

Four-year-old Determination is in the home library, looking for a book for her mother to read for her. It is warm, silent in the home library like a new world to explore, a place cooking up with new ideas, and a powerful smell of imagination ripe in the air.