"Walt Disney's brother tells an amusing story about Walt's budding genius as a fifth grader. The teacher assigned the students to color a flower garden. As she walked among the rows examining the student's work she stopped by young Walt's desk. Noting that his drawing was quite unusual, she remarked, "Walt, that's not right. Flowers don't have faces on them." Confidently he replied, "Mine do!" and continued his work. And they still do; flowers at Disneyland and Disney World all have faces. An"