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Meet Herbert, the rabbit who knows he was born to be a fox. When his mommy isn't looking, he puts on pointy fox ears, makes himself a bushy tail, and asks his sister to paint him orange, just like a fox. But Mommy doesn't understand; why can't he just be a good rabbit?
This delightful picture book is a true celebration of being ourselves and supporting our loved ones. Let this joyful tale inspire you to be who you are and follow your dreams.
"A rabbit plays dress-up.
In a friendly world of anthropomorphic animals, cats and porcupines play hopscotch, owls play chase, and Herbert, a yellow rabbit, plays fox. He 'loved foxes so much, he made himself a pair of red ears,' but his mother tells him that 'rabbit ears aren't short and pointy.' His other attempts at passing himself off as a fox are met with similar disagreement-and scoldings-as when he tries to paint himself red (and makes quite a mess) and cuts a red tail out of his mother's dress. It isn't until Herbert sneaks out in full fox regalia and is seen playing with real foxes (apparently predator-prey relationships are erased in this world) by his mother and little sister that his mother relents: 'I AM A FOX!' he insists, and his mother finally responds with, 'You are my fox.' Dress-up and dramatic play are common among children, and read as a lighthearted story about letting children play as they want to, this is anodyne and pleasant. Readers tempted to see or use this as a way to open up conversations about self-identity may wish to consider instead stories that address the realities of complex human communities head-on.
A familiar story competently told."-Kirkus Reviews
This delightful picture book is a true celebration of being ourselves and supporting our loved ones. Let this joyful tale inspire you to be who you are and follow your dreams.
"A rabbit plays dress-up.
In a friendly world of anthropomorphic animals, cats and porcupines play hopscotch, owls play chase, and Herbert, a yellow rabbit, plays fox. He 'loved foxes so much, he made himself a pair of red ears,' but his mother tells him that 'rabbit ears aren't short and pointy.' His other attempts at passing himself off as a fox are met with similar disagreement-and scoldings-as when he tries to paint himself red (and makes quite a mess) and cuts a red tail out of his mother's dress. It isn't until Herbert sneaks out in full fox regalia and is seen playing with real foxes (apparently predator-prey relationships are erased in this world) by his mother and little sister that his mother relents: 'I AM A FOX!' he insists, and his mother finally responds with, 'You are my fox.' Dress-up and dramatic play are common among children, and read as a lighthearted story about letting children play as they want to, this is anodyne and pleasant. Readers tempted to see or use this as a way to open up conversations about self-identity may wish to consider instead stories that address the realities of complex human communities head-on.
A familiar story competently told."-Kirkus Reviews