"Logic is a feeble reed in this instance: the animals sport anthropomorphic expressions and are all actively participating even though it's night, but the elusive childhood magic of dancing with one's father is captured with all its silliness and magnificence intact. (Picture book. 4-8)"
The first spread of this rhyming tale shows a charming domestic tableau full of affectionate detail: a teapot on the table where a brown-haired daughter plays cards with her parents, Mama's bare feet with red toenails, and a windchime tinkling in the open window.
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