It's the fresh, clean, cozy-but-not-cluttered pictures--kind of a cross between Carigiet and Anne Rockwell--that make the inconsequential story of no consequence. Really it's a paean to raspberry jam--by the village children who go berrying and help Mother Raspberry make it, finally by old Crooked Tail, ""the meanest wolf in the forest,"" and the other animals who warm Mother Raspberry when the fire in her isolated cottage goes out in the middle of winter. Something of a crooked tale for sure but mighty pretty.