A small fellow of indefinable species snuggles down for the night with his stuffed animals and a much beloved book. A particularly vigorous yawn, however, dislodges the tome from its place on the bed and onto the floor where it is promptly lost. The only logical conclusion to be drawn, therefore, is that a bear has eaten the book. Or maybe a stegosaurus “stomped on it.” As each fearsome beast is inspired by a soft squishy toy on the bed, our hero grows more and more outlandish in his theorizing. Finally, he searches high and low for the beloved object and emerges in fits of pure unadulterated joy when he finds it. Harris drills home the affection we all feel for those objects we name as “ours.” The art here is also unexpectedly irresistible, not to mention moving, guaranteeing that for at least one child this will become a very special book of his or her own. (Picture book. 3-8)
