Fierce-looking Crocus, the Sweetpeas' Crocodile in a Tree, is much admired around the barnyard, and he in return is both fond of his friends and proud of his teeth. What a tragedy then when Crocus' diet of sweets results in the dentist having to pull them ail out. Without them, mourns Crocus, ""I am nothing but a great big earthworm""--and the other animals, agreeing, begin to steal his food and scorn him. A set of false teeth (four gleaming rows) lets Crocus recoup his status on the farm--but it's a disappointing solution to those who'd hoped for a more agreeable basis for harmony. ""We all need something that makes us feel important,"" concludes Bertha the toothless duck--but Duvoisin didn't let Petunia off that easily. As pictured, of course, Crocus and his pastel companions are no less engaging than ever.