(Flashing back, 2008)
A conversation with Tinkerbell, just before dinner.
Tink: When we go to heaven, and see God, I can see what's in my body.
Me: See what's in your body?
Tink: Mmm-hmmm.
Me, charmed with this quaint, though oddly phrased, fancy, and imagining (erringly, as it later appeared) that Tinkerbell was contemplating the nature of our resurrection bodies): Well...do you think you'll be able to fly?
Tink: No.
Me: Well, why do you want to see what's in your body?
Tink, searching for words: Oh...I breathe...and swallow...
I, like stout Cortez's men, was at this point suddenly struck with a wild surmise.
"Tinkerbell, what did you breathe and swallow?"
Tink, shrugging modestly: Oh... A bead.
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