He may be fuzzy and appealing in Chartier's gentle watercolors, but Boris is a quintessential bore: when he isn't talking about himself, he's meandering through the inconsequential (""...they don't make tin cans the way they used to...I remember a tin of sardines I found in '83. Or was it '84?""). Abandoned by his acquaintances, he's captured by a hungry wolf; but while the pot comes to a boil, Boris makes a fortuitous discovery: inquiring about the wolf's teeth and fur (""Do you blow-dry it?""), he gets him talking about himself--charming the wolf into thinking him fascinating. Whether or not it prompts embarrassed self-appraisal, the comical dialogue here is as much fun as the deft caricatures in the well-crafted art.