The girl in this story, with her dog at her side, lovesto make things. Her brain, she says, is an idea machine, so full of ideas that she can hardly keep up. But then one day it isnt. All of a sudden, the girl cant come up with a single idea for what to make. She tries everything: brainstorming, gathering new supplies, even jumping up and down on one foot to shake an idea loose. But, nothing. The girl realizes, with no ideas taking up space in her brain, its filling with sad instead. What if she never has another idea again?