Creatively, the M.O.M.

...began trying to make the seerseer understand her mission by squashing her sentences down to the bare necessity. "You...berries...sea," she said haltingly and with a rather doubtful expression.
"See berries?" said the seerseer, scrunching up her nosed puzzledly. "Yes?" She pointed to her eyes.
M.O.M. smacked her forehead. "Argh!" she cried. "No!"
"Argonaut?" asked the seerseer, looking confused. (And that was the first time the word 'argonaut' was said, even though the one saying it had no idea what it mean. She was just saying what she heard. Perhaps she was hard of hearing...)
Suddenly, a lightbulb lit above M.O.M.'s head. Literally. The seerseer stared, with round eyes like U.F.O.s, and her mouth gaping open.
M.O.M. looked exasperated. "Quit that, you look like a frog."
The seerseer did not move, she did not even blink.
M.O.M. smacked her sharply. "See." M.O.M. flew (or, rather, gusted) over to a bush nearby, and plucked a few berries from a branch. She handed them to the seerseer and pointed away. "Go."
The seerseer looked startled (which may just have been the remnants of her frog face from earlier). Then she looked alarmed. Then she looked scared. Then she looked determined and anxious. She decided it was a good face, and continued with it. "Yes, mommy." Suddenly, the seerseer's eyes were brimming with tears. Her eyes positively glittered with tears. Her mouth opened. It stretched. Then, with a deafeningly loud sound that was similar to a shotgun firing, she began to wail. Trust me, you should be glad this isn't a movie. It was the worst sound in the history of the world (which actually wasn't terribly surprising because they still hadn't invented bombs, jackhammers, sirens--even the mythical kind--, or even little brothers). The trees dropped all their leaves in horror, shock, and fear (good thing there weren't any environmentalists around back then, they would've tarred and feathered the seerseer!). The lakes and rivers and oceans spewed their waters up in the air with fright and it began raining everywhere.
M.O.M. screamed, but, next to the absolutely thunderously loud noise the seerseer was making (it shook the forests and rivers and lakes and oceans, it was so loud), it was silent. You couldn't hear anything besides the seerseer. M.O.M. winced away, with the weeping, wailing seerseer clutching her skirts while shrieking painfully.