It's a warm summer afternoon, and Carol is out on her deck. Though she is wheelchair-bound, her mind flies free. The busyness of spring and early summer is over and all is quiet and still; it's a time for rest. But wait There is something going on See that honey bee on the nicotiana, endlessly searching among the petals? See the two lady bugs peering over the edge of the flower pot? What if we could read their thoughts? Do they make plans? Do they laugh and dance and sing? What if we could imagine ourselves so small that we could enter their world? What would we see in that Tiny World?