The whole world—or the world I come from, the world of the humans—is full of bad things. There’s misery and greed and sadness and hunger and unkindness all over the place. There are many, many children who never get any presents, and who are lucky to get anything more than just a few spoonfuls of mushroom soup for dinner. They have no toys to play with and they will go to bed hungry. Children who don’t have parents. Children who have to live with horrible people like my aunt Carlotta. In a world like that, it’s very easy to be bad. So when someone is good, or kind, it’s a magic in itself. It
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