[Lizzy has unintentionally trashed her room after her first flying attempt]

Look at this room! It looks like a cyclone hit it!

It's not that bad.

Not that bad? Your books are all over the floor, your toys are everywhere, and you've torn your curtains![looks up] What? HOW did you get FOOTPRINTS on the CEILING?[exasperatedly] This is simply too much. A temper tantrum of this magnitude is unacceptable.

But I wasn't having a tantrum!

Then how did this happen? And the TRUTH this time.

[nervously]

If I tell you the truth...[sighs] you still wouldn't believe me!

[sternly]

Elizabeth, the truth.

...I was flying! My fairy showed me how.

Oh, for goodness sakes! Your make-believe fairy did this. You've got to stop this nonsense!

But it's not nonsense, Father! It's the truth!

You have a real fairy, living in your room.

Yes! And I can prove it.[picks up the fairy field journal she and Tinker Bell made and holds it out for her father] Just look at the research we did.

[takes the field journal and flips through a few pages]

Oh, Elizabeth, *this* is what you've been doing?[closes the journal] Field journals are to be filled with FACT, not fairy tales!

[desperately]

But Father, these ARE facts!

I just don't understand this foolishness, Lizzy. You have such talent. Why would you waste it this way?

[visibly hurt and shocked by her father's words]

Why can't you just...[sighs] *believe* me?

I believe in what is real. And it's about time *you* started doing the same.[goes to her wall of fairy art and starts tearing it down]

[fighting back tears]

Father, wait!

I know this is difficult for you to understand. But... this... is all make-believe![throws some of Lizzy's pictures into the trash]

No! They're real!

Elizabeth! This discussion is over![throws away the fairy field journal]