Sunday, 31 January 2016
Google was no help at all, and for years I searched through online vintage book shops and Ebay stores, but to no avail. And then, a few weeks ago, I found it. There it was in a shop three thousand miles away, in America. It was all there; the green cover, the little fawn, the clover cake covered in fireflies.
I was over-joyed and even more so when the book, much smaller than I remembered arrived in the post. The images were just as I recalled, the story just as beautiful. Though I can't be sure, I must have been very young when I first owned it, because I couldn't read yet, which is probably why the pictures made such an impression on me.
Author Dean Walley writes in the genre best captured by Beatrix Potter, who delighted in investing animals with the gift of speech, and thoughts of their own.
The premise is simple: the animals pretend they have forgotten the fawn's birthday, but surprise him at the end. His joy is complete when they emerge from the old hollow tree with home made gifts. Wonderful! I wonder if it was this story that prompted my sister to give me a similar surprise for my 13th birthday, possibly.
Funnily enough, none of my siblings remember this book, though it meant so much to me. Still, I now get to share it with my children,