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fairies. The other half loved fairies way too much. Elly had heard terrible stories about fairies nearly getting squeezed to death by mobs of excited little girls. No, in Elly’s opinion humans were best avoided altogether.
    When Elly arrived at her own house, she felt like a snack. Quietly she tiptoed to the kitchen and peeped around the corner. The fridge was humming away quietly. It looked like a perfectly normal fridge. But it wasn’t. Elly carefully put on a crash helmet. Then she took a deep breath and rushed into the room, head down. As she neared the fridge the door flung open and a large lump of moldy, smelly cheese flew out. It splattered against her crash helmet and oozed down the sides. Elly ignored it and kept running. A moment later the fridge opened again and flung out a handful of soggy lettuce leaves. Elly tried to dodge them, but they squished across her face.
    Elly sighed and peeled the leaves off. The fridge was one of her mum’s latest inventions: a self-cleaning model that ejected anything past its used-by date. Elly knew that a fridge like that might be useful but why did it have to be so violent about it?
    The Knottleweed-Eversprightly household was full of stuff like this, but luckily not all of it was as bad-tempered as the fridge. Elly’s favourite was the bath that kept the water at the perfect temperature for as long as you were in there. It also had an inbuilt bubblebath dispenser which offered 120 colours of bubble-bath – everything from red to purple or even gold with pink stripes. It was a singing bathtub too, with a rich, melodious voice. Sometimes Elly sang along with it, but other times she liked lying back in a lather of multi-coloured bubbles while the tub sang to her. The songs it sung depended on what mood it was in. One day it was pop songs, and the next it was country music. Elly and the bath had spent many happy hours together, and whenever she walked by it would try to convince her she needed washing.
    â€˜You are looking diiiiiiiirty,’ it would warble. ‘Come and take a baaaaaaaaath!’
    Finally, Elly reached the fridge. She grabbed some biscuits and ran out of the kitchen as fast as she could, narrowly avoiding getting hit by a rotten tomato. Only when she was safely out of there did she look at the biscuits. Great. They were her dad’s healthy zucchini biscuits. Elly ate them anyway – there was no way she was dealing with that fridge again so soon.
    Just as she finished, Elly’s dad appeared, holding Kara with one hand and a big net with the other.
    â€˜Elly, look after Kara for me, please,’ he said. ‘Someone’s turned all our washing into birds. I’ll have to catch it all before it flies away.’
    Elly looked outside. The backyard was full of birds, some of which had pegs attached to their wings. Swans, parrots and crows were perched on the line while below, a couple of seagulls that looked distinctly like Elly’s underpants were squabbling over a worm. It was obvious to Elly who’d done it.
    â€˜Bird!’ exclaimed Kara, looking very pleased with herself.
    Their dad handed Kara to Elly. Kara dribbled lovingly onto Elly’s shoulder and a puff of smoke rose up where the drops fell. Baby-fairy dribble is very strong stuff.
    â€˜But I’ve got homework to do,’ Elly grumbled, quickly wiping up the drool with a special reinforced hankie that she kept just for this purpose.
    â€˜Do it later,’ said her dad, heading outside. ‘I’m very busy.’
    What else is new? thought Elly. Her parents were always busy these days. Elly could remember when they had time to take her to the park and read her stories. But that was before Kara came along, and before her mum’s work became so important. Now it sometimes felt like they’d forgotten Elly even existed.
    Elly put her sister down in front of her blocks, and Kara stacked them into towers. This might not sound unusual, except