When the author's family, whose hobby (now a full-time occupation) was running a wildlife rehabilitation center in Hampshire, England, acquired a tiny, sick baby badger, ""Nikki,"" as she was called, became very much a member of the Burkett household. Mrs. Burkett writes in the person, and fairly consistently in the style, of her son, St. John, who was probably about ten years old during the ""year of the badger."" Nikki's development of such badger-like characteristics as extreme tidiness would send the family hunting under beds and behind chairs to recover shoes, underwear, dolls, antimacassars, and cutlery which had been gathered up and hidden. And more than one guest had his shoelaces mysteriously disappear, or his toes nibbled, or the contents of a pocketbook dispersed. However, as Nikki grew older, the characteristics of a truly wild animal became stronger and the Burketts had to make efforts to prepare her for her freedom in the wild. Molly Burkett's sympathetic and humorous account, while a bit prim for American readers, will probably appeal to children who dream of unusual animals as pets.