Teacher Jenny taught Maths. She taught big kids, small kids, thin kids, round kids.

Some could do Maths fast. Some had to count on their fingers and toes. Teacher Jenny quickly found it mattered how well kids could read.

Teacher Jenny soon learned that the children she taught did not have stories in their language.

In the books they read, the children did not see children like them. The books were about the worlds of other children, not their world.

In the stories, they saw animals they did not know. Mooses and bears. Cows with hair.

The stories had snow, and oak trees, and green grass. The children knew sun, and palm trees, and red red soil.

In the stories, children had only mommies and daddies.

But many children had just a mommy, or a mommy and a granny, or a brother.

They thought that maybe no one wanted to write stories about children like them.

Teacher Jenny found some friends and some money, and a magic man with a special computer. They met and they talked.

They planned and they dreamed. They worked for a long time. They made stories specially for the children.

The children showed each other the stories. They could see their lives. They could see rhinos, palm trees, sunshine, and children with grannies.

When they took their stories home, their families could sometimes read the words.

They read about A Very Tall Man and The Tiny Seed, The Fish and the Gift, and A House for Mouse.

The stories made the children happy. They knew they were special, because someone made stories specially for them.