The Story Starts Here!

Little Wolf has decided that today, things are going to be done differently. It will be a contrarian day. Why? Because he said so! He will stand, not sit, for dinner – and he’ll start with dessert. He’s going to play the piano with his toes and wear his pants on his head. And when he says “The Story Starts Here,” he means it – this book starts at the back and ends at the front.

See the review at WOW Review, Volume VII, Issue 2

 

Thing-Thing

Thing-Thing was neither a Teddy bear nor a rabbit; not a stuffed dog or cat. It was something like each of those, and nothing at all you could name. But it had something special. It had the hope that one day it would find a child to love it and talk to it and make it tea parties and take it to bed. A child it could love back.Certainly Archibald Crimp was not that child. He had just thrown Thing-Thing out the open sixth-floor window of the Excelsior Hotel. Oh, dear, thought Thing-Thing to itself. This is bad, this is very bad.