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There once was a girl

Who lived far away,

And who tried to be kind,

Whatever the day.

This girl was called Aada.

She lived with her dad.

She was sometimes happy,

But now she was sad.

She’d had a bad year,

She’d had to move town,

And start a new school,

And wear a new frown.

Her gran had died,

Her dad lost his job.

Aada spent the whole year

Trying not to sob.

But this isn’t a sad story –

Not really, no –

The pixie lived

In Aada’s house,

And in her hair

Was Maarta the mouse.

This pixie slept

Under Aada’s bed,

And Aada trusted

Whatever she said.

You see . . .

And Aada was pleased

That she had such a friend.

She hoped that these days

Would never end.

When the Truth Pixie and Aada

Went into town,

They’d laugh when they saw

Everyone frown.

‘Hello,’ said Aada.

‘We’d like a loaf of bread.’

‘No pixies allowed!’

The shopkeeper said.

‘Well!’ said the pixie.

‘That’s just rude!

Especially when you sell

Such disgusting food!’

Back at home

With Aada and her dad,

She watched the news

But it drove her mad.

‘Why do humans chop down trees

When forests are so fantastic?

And why do you clog your oceans

With all that horrible plastic?’

Aada’s dad sighed.

‘It’s not that simple.’

Aada agreed with the pixie

As she picked at a pimple.

Aada loved the pixie.

They had great times together,

Such as snowball fights

In wintry weather.

Aada told her stories,

Made up in her head,

And the pixie listened closely

To everything she said.

Aada played piano,

The pixie sang along,

And they both laughed happily

Whenever it went wrong.

When Aada was happy,

The pixie was there.

(The best kind of happy

Is the kind you can share.)

And when times were tough,

And when Aada felt bad,

The pixie was there

To make her less sad.

She told Aada the truth,

She told her what was real,

She told her it’s okay

To feel what she feels.

Aada started a new school,

And the pixie came too.

But this school was a place

Where it was hard to be true.

‘Infinity,’ said the maths teacher,

‘Is the largest number ever!’

‘Nope,’ said the pixie.

‘Oh,’ Teacher sighed. ‘So you think you are clever?’

‘Not really,’ said the pixie.

‘But there’s a rabbit called Bangly-Bon,

Who says there’s a number that’s

In a history lesson,

The pixie was amused,

Because history was a subject

That left her confused.

‘It seems strange,’

She told the very strict teacher,

‘That your history

Is full of only one creature.’

‘There are no dogs,

Pixies or even elves.

It seems like humans

Are obsessed with themselves!’

Aada was embarrassed,

And turned bright red,

Every time the pixie

Said what she said.

And outside, later on,

When the lesson was sports,

The pixie was laughed at,

In her silly yellow shorts.

She couldn’t catch a ball

And she couldn’t run fast,

And in every single race

She always came last.

The children thought

The pixie was strange.

They laughed at her difference

And they didn’t like change.