The professor looked over his glasses and sighed. 'Where do rainbows come from?' He mused at the little imps' question. Why look to the frame and we shall see...' The class looked to the frame and saw a sad little fairy bound in by steel and stone. 'This is the result of imagination captured by reality. The fairy is trapped and dying!' The old master said sadly. The class snuffled and cried. 'But how can we save her?' The imp cried. The professor leaned down and whispered. 'By believing that she exists.' The little imp bawled 'But I do!' Suddenly the fairy shimmered and turned to golden streams of light that flew outside the tiny window to form a dazzling golden span of a new rainbow. The children gasped in wonder. 'And if you look at the golden light you will see her new form.' The imp stared. 'its a dragon!' He squeeled. The teacher smiled and the bell rang for lunch and all the students bar the little imp raced out. The old and new believers sat and watched until the frame went dark then left hand in hand unaware that two tiny motes of gold dust escaped the frame to nestle on thier head for sweet dreams as a thank you. I did this ages ago and cant remember what I used. I will post them as I find out. jb :)