Though it's never dear why, there's a long-fingered hairy arm, with a watch on the wrist, that is desperately eager to get rid of Marvin K. Mooney. Beginning with the imperative, "The time has come. The time is now. Just go. Go. GO! I don't care how," he suggests leaving by foot or cow or bike or shoe, mail or lion's tail, stilts or Crunk-Car, or even in a Zumble-Zay, until finally, "The time had come. SO. . .Marvin WENT." The pages of persistence and Marvin's final capitulation are reminiscent of Green Eggs and Ham (1960) though this doesn't strike us as quite that Bright, and with phrases like "bureau drawer" it won't be read all that Early either.