The Mouse and His Child
The Mouse and His Child
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A reissue of the beloved classic, with stunning new pictures.
Russell Hoban is probably best known and loved for his charming series of books about Frances the Badger. However, in 1967 he wrote a novel that many consider to be one of the great works of children's literature of the twentieth century, The Mouse and His Child.
The mouse and his child are wind-up toys forever joined at the hands. But when their mechanism breaks they are discarded, separated from the doll house where they lived and the toy elephant that the child calls "mother" (much to her chagrin). And so begins a suspenseful journey that is heartbreaking, thought-provoking, and ultimately joyful as the mice seek what seems at first to be impossible: independence (self-winding) and the way back home.
right,” he said, “Furza speaks first. That’s you.” “What’s the latest?” said Mrs. Crow, as Furza. “Latest what?” replied Crow, as Wurza. “Ooze news,” said Furza. “Dogs,” said Wurza. “A manyness of dogs. A moreness of dogs. A too-muchness of dogs. Also a jiggling and a wiggling.” “A jiggling and a wiggling of what?” “Of nothing.” “Where, O, where was it, for goodness’ sake?” “Out among the out among the out among the dots.” After which Crow stepped out of his role and said, “You feel it
and gray. The father and son felt the wind race like a road unwinding underneath their feet as, motionless, they traveled on. “I wonder what happened to Manny Rat,” said the child. “I wonder if he got away.” “If he did, we can expect to see him again,” said the father. “He seems determined to smash us, and I don’t think he’ll give up.” “Neither will we,” said the child. “Will we, Papa?” The father said nothing, and the child’s only answer was the wind that whistled by them as they flew.
Mudd. “I’ll point to each dog as you go. There,” she said as she climbed up the side of the can and clung to the label. “Now I’m at the first dog.” “And the one after that and the one after that,” said the mouse child, while Miss Mudd changed her position accordingly and pointed to the appropriate dog. All through the lengthening days of spring the mouse child looked at the BONZO label. Water plants put out their roots and anchored to him; little colonies of algae settled on him, flourished,
into the wood. A fifth line was attached to the porch, and then Manny Rat, fuming inside the house, saw the little black-and-white dog on the BONZO can glide upward past the window as the frog took off again. “A dog shall rise,” he whimpered, and was sick at heart. Not yet ready to give up the fight, however, he crept to the window, saw the lines trailing from the roof, and saw what Frog was doing at that moment on the railroad gantry. He snarled defiantly and went to work with his teeth again,
leadership of C. Serpentina. It was said by many that the strain put upon the Erector Set crane when it hoisted the voice of swamp and pond to the platform was equalled only by the strain upon the local intellectuals when they hoisted some of his heavier thoughts, but all agreed that it was an experience not to be missed. The residents of the dump, when they heard what was happening by the railroad tracks, were for a long time apathetic; then curiosity got the better of them. Fearful and unsure