
A Brixel and Voxel story
Room for One More
A story about best friends

A Brixel and Voxel story
A story about best friends
Voxel and Brixel were best friends. They built together. They bounced together. They did everything together.
‘Want to play?’ called little Dot. But Voxel didn’t even look. He was too busy with Brixel.
One day they both wanted the very last red brick.
‘Mine!’ said Brixel. ‘You’re not my best friend!’
Ouch. Those words felt prickly, right in Voxel’s tummy.
The next day a new toy came to the playroom. A little pink robot called Pip.
Brixel bounced straight over. ‘Can I play too?’ asked Voxel.
‘No,’ said Brixel. ‘You can’t play with us!’ Ouch.
And the day after that, Brixel said the prickliest thing of all.
‘You can’t come to my party!’
Ouch, ouch, ouch.
Voxel sat down all by himself. His antennae drooped right down.
‘Brixel is my best friend,’ he thought. ‘And now I have nobody to play with.’
That night Voxel told Big Bot all about it. Big Bot gave him a great big squeeze.
‘Those were prickly words, Voxel. Prickly words pop out when somebody is cross, or wants their own way. They hurt. But they are not true.’
‘You are a good friend, and prickly words can’t change that. So let’s brush them off.’
Brush, brush, brush!
Can you do it too?
‘Now, your helper buttons,’ said Big Bot. ‘Green. Stop and breathe.’
‘Yellow. Say how you feel.’ ‘That hurt my feelings,’ said Voxel.
‘Blue. Ask for something fair.’ ‘Can I play too?’ said Voxel.
‘And pink is for when the answer is still no. Find a different game, and a different friend to play it with.’
‘But Brixel is my best friend,’ said Voxel.
‘You can have a best friend and lots of other friends too,’ said Big Bot.
The next day Brixel and Pip were making a den.
‘You can’t play with us!’ said Brixel. Ouch!
Voxel pressed his green button. In… and out. Then he brushed the prickles off. Brush, brush, brush!
He pressed his yellow button. ‘That hurt my feelings.’
He pressed his blue button. ‘Can I play too?’
‘No!’ said Brixel.
So Voxel pressed his pink button and had a good look around.
There was little Dot, building a tower all alone.
‘Can I play with you?’ asked Voxel.
‘Yes!’ said Dot. ‘There’s always room for one more.’
The tower grew taller and taller. Pip came over to see.
‘Can I play?’ asked Pip.
‘Yes!’ said Voxel and Dot. ‘There’s always room for one more.’
Then Brixel came over, very slowly. Boing… boing.
‘I’m sorry I said those things. They weren’t true. Can I play too?’
Voxel remembered how the prickles felt. ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘There’s always room for one more.’
And when Brixel’s party came, everybody was there.
Voxel still has his best friend. Now he has lots of other friends too.
Because there is always room for one more.
Prickly words are not true. Brush them off, then tap a button.
The end
‘You’re not my friend’ and ‘you can’t come to my party’ are very common things for four-year-olds to say. They usually mean ‘I’m cross with you’ or ‘I want my own way’, and they are often forgotten by teatime. They still sting, and they sting more when a child has put all of their playing into one friend.
If it happens most days, or a group is leaving them out, tell nursery or school. Staff can stay close to the play and coach both children.
Pictures and narration made with Higgsfield. Pip is new for this story. The four helper buttons first appear in Not the Baddie Again!















