One morning, Terry manages to grasp the last bit of his dream as he wakes and finds that he still has it in his hands: a tiny, winged hippopotamus. The rest of the family can see it too, but to each it is different: to his sister, something smelly; to Dad, a moth to be squashed; to jogging-suit-clad Mom, a bird that flies away. Only when Terry paints a picture of it can they all see the creature as it really is. Terry goes on painting until, as an adult, he dreams again of the winged creature; but now he is too wise to try to capture the dream except in his art, where it belongs. Ivanov pictures this unusual fable about imagination and creativity in a realistic style, occasionally lightened by an airier interpretation of Terry's dream world. Interesting.