And it delivers.
How? Let me count the ways.
- The title. Rhythmic. Musical. Evocative.
- The marquee-esque title page that introduces the two main characters.
- The spot art images on the copyright/dedication spread that tell us something about their friendship before the story even begins.
- The friends’ first exchange, which says so much in so few words. (Oh, and the bonsai.)
- The premise: A cow decides to become a ballerina. She doesn’t aspire to become one—she just sews herself a tutu and takes the leap. Literally. First in her home, then onstage at the City Ballet. Both to somewhat disastrous results.
- The slapstick humor. (See: disastrous results.)
- Quirky asides. Like when Mr. Quackers, in the audience, offers his highbrow neighbor a treat.
- Details, details. When Moo Moo hangs up her tutu, we get a glimpse of her other brilliant ideas: a superhero costume, rollerskates, baseball, goggles, Viking hat . . .
- PLUS that city setting, the high-rise apartment, and those bunk beds (I love that Moo Moo’s got the top one):
- The “Ha!” ending, which assures us that Moo Moo’s calamitous performance as a ballerina hasn’t discouraged her in the least. (Sorry—no spoilers here.)
And a bonus reason: It reminded me of two other fabulous friends:
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