There's a lovely book called The Eleventh Hour, by Graeme Base, about an elephant who has a party for his eleventh birthday, with his ten best friends and eleven games, only to find that someone had eaten the entire birthday feast. The reader has to piece together the mystery based on clues in the illustrations.
It occurred to AJD that some of the denizens of the Wild Republic might appreciate The Eleventh Hour, particularly Barry and Rusty (the characters include an elephant and a tiger), and the younger ones. So he snagged Barry and the juveniles and started reading, and it turned out everyone else was interested too. The winter animals even came back from their snow-watch vigil.
Notice how Leprosy has appropriated a prime position for himself, and how Plouie seems to have misunderstood where the action is supposed to be.
He had to turn the pages himself; it would have been cuter if the others had helped, but they were too enraptured.
Afterwards, of course, the reading party turned into a general cuddling party. I love how happy they all look.
It occurred to AJD that some of the denizens of the Wild Republic might appreciate The Eleventh Hour, particularly Barry and Rusty (the characters include an elephant and a tiger), and the younger ones. So he snagged Barry and the juveniles and started reading, and it turned out everyone else was interested too. The winter animals even came back from their snow-watch vigil.
Notice how Leprosy has appropriated a prime position for himself, and how Plouie seems to have misunderstood where the action is supposed to be.
He had to turn the pages himself; it would have been cuter if the others had helped, but they were too enraptured.
Afterwards, of course, the reading party turned into a general cuddling party. I love how happy they all look.
Angel Joe and Navarre are ensuring that Nicodemus doesn't get too near to the book.
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