The pond is deceptively placid, the pictures deceptively pretty, but danger impends for Rrra-ah and a reproof for the...

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RRRA-AH

The pond is deceptively placid, the pictures deceptively pretty, but danger impends for Rrra-ah and a reproof for the children who capture him. ""I'm not a frog! I'm a toad,"" he thinks disgustedly on the way to the house, ""And I'm not a turtle either,"" he fumes when the children put turtle food in his box. To their ""Are you ready to play games with us?"" his response is I'm ready to play escape and he proceeds--through page after page of strip-film chase--to lead them a messy chase through the house. ""But he didn't escape!"" until, after the next day's re-play, Mother has had enough and the children are told to set him loose. The end is again idyllic--the pond, the pink clover, the other voices calling Rrra-ah Rrra-ah--and in fact the only criticism is that the pictures don't have quite the bite of the story. Still it's not often that any story, least of all a humorous story, comes in such a luminous envelope.

Pub Date: Dec. 15, 1969

ISBN: N/A

Page Count: -

Publisher: Bradbury

Review Posted Online: N/A

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Dec. 1, 1969

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