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Caldecott Monday: Many Moons
Jul. 11th, 2016 10:31 amIt didn't work," said the King. "The cloak of invisibility didn't work."
"Yes, it did," said the Royal Wizard.
"No, it didn't," said the King. "I kept bumping into things, the same as ever."
"The cloak is supposed to make you invisible," said the Royal Wizard. "It is not supposed to keep you from bumping into things."
"All I know is, I kept bumping into things," said the King.
I don't have much to say about the illustrations in James Thurber's Many Moons, but the text is hilarious and I urge anyone who needs a pick-me-up to read it.
The King's little daughter Princess Lenore has taken ill, and insists she won't get better unless someone brings her the moon. Naturally the King summons his three most favored councilors, the Lord High Chamberlain, the Royal Wizard, and the Royal Mathematician, all of whom are utterly unhelpful about the whole moon business, although they all have long lists of ways they have been helpful in the past, getting the King such things as blue poodles.
("I don't remember any blue poodles," said the King.
"It says blue poodles right here on the list, and they are checked off with a little check mark," said the Lord High Chamberlain. "So there must have been blue poodles. You just forgot.")
Naturally the Court Jester saves the day in the end; it's always seems to be the Court Jester who is most helpful in these things. A completely charming story.
"Yes, it did," said the Royal Wizard.
"No, it didn't," said the King. "I kept bumping into things, the same as ever."
"The cloak is supposed to make you invisible," said the Royal Wizard. "It is not supposed to keep you from bumping into things."
"All I know is, I kept bumping into things," said the King.
I don't have much to say about the illustrations in James Thurber's Many Moons, but the text is hilarious and I urge anyone who needs a pick-me-up to read it.
The King's little daughter Princess Lenore has taken ill, and insists she won't get better unless someone brings her the moon. Naturally the King summons his three most favored councilors, the Lord High Chamberlain, the Royal Wizard, and the Royal Mathematician, all of whom are utterly unhelpful about the whole moon business, although they all have long lists of ways they have been helpful in the past, getting the King such things as blue poodles.
("I don't remember any blue poodles," said the King.
"It says blue poodles right here on the list, and they are checked off with a little check mark," said the Lord High Chamberlain. "So there must have been blue poodles. You just forgot.")
Naturally the Court Jester saves the day in the end; it's always seems to be the Court Jester who is most helpful in these things. A completely charming story.
