Mary Quite Contrary by Naomi 'Brigid' Gill
There was a boy in my class who was shorter than me, so I wasn't quite *the* shortest.
I have regretted from time to time that I never made friends with him. He was nice, in a clumbsy, prepubecent sort of way. I guess I didn't want him hurt from the association. Besides, we'd have gotten teased mercilessly with the kissing song. Blehk.