Not-much-ado about a nonexistent monster, the talk of the kingdom and the bane of the princess' suitors--who don't want her quite ardently enough to face the fabled beast. But there is one, the princess' favorite and the winner of all the jousting contests, who is willing to fight the monster. The princess insists on accompaying him to the beast's presumed lair in the dungeon--and lo, they find the place empty except for a tiny mouse. Haywood's predictable outcome is on a par with her stale picture-book social satire. (When the truth is uncovered, all those who had participated in the monster gossip now say they never believed it.) Like Ambrus' illustrations, the story promises frothy delight but only goes through the motions.