I went to go read to Caroline’s class today, which is always fun. The kids are so enthusiastic about stories. And they all listen in their own little ways. One girl likes to play with my toes as I read. Other kids just have the permanent wiggles. Other kids just do their own thing, which is fine. Generally, they’re really well-behaved, and even if they’re not paying attention, they’re doing it quietly. And they always ask for more stories, because it means they don’t have to do any work.
So after story time, they had a little independent reading time before lunch, and another kid brought over Frog and Toad Together and gave it to Caroline and me. I had this book when I was a kid, and I remember that there was something deeply, deeply disturbing about it, to the point that I didn’t like reading it even while I had some unhealthy fascination with it. So I seized the chance to read it today, wondering just what it was that upset me so when I was little. And we leafed through it, and it was perfectly innocuous.
As we were reading, lunchtime came, so Caroline ran to put the book back, but darn it all, I was not going to let it go. The kids lined up, but I ran over to the bookshelf and skimmed through to the back. Aha! Dragons and giants. Scary? Not so much.
Hmm. The Dream. Last story in the book. Images from Google Books.
Wait, what? Toad’s doing well up on stage and his friend is in the audience getting smaller and smaller and smaller and he just disappears? Ay ay?
To a child, it’s just freaky. To an adult, I have to wonder what the moral is – don’t excel?