LITTLE BEAR'S TREASURES

An animal finds humble treasures.

Little Bear adores his treasures, which are unpretentious (“a shiny button, tickly feathers”), full of potential (“a cozy hiding place” inside an inkily hollow tree), and slightly cryptic (“a soft cloud” that could only be the indistinct one hovering faraway in the sky). Little Bear waltzes joyfully by a “bush brimming with blueberries” (it’s his appreciation that brims: The blueberries are actually pretty sparse) and smiles to have “endless dust to dance in.” Backgrounds are soft pastels in round shapes with gently sparkling texture, nested in calm white space. Fine black lines sketch animals’ outlines and expressions. A haughty donkey, an irritated squirrel, a rushing rabbit with a watch (nod to Lewis Carroll?), and a fowl with a feather duster belittle the treasures—“They’re just junk”—hurting Little Bear’s feelings. Luckily, another creature arrives to share his pleasure. Little Bear and Little Bird, who look a bit alike, float in a “tree-bark boat” and make “thinking hats” from burrs as their path wafts toward magic. Whence the “glittering fish” they encounter with no water in sight? Where is the “mysterious fog,” made of downy grays and obscured plants, into which they gaze? Their silent, blissful ending involves snow or stardust, their transformation—a subtle but undeniable change in body silhouette shape—might be imagination, dream, or a returning.

Alive with modest wonder—a treasure.