It’s the Story Dummy
In defense of stories that dare to tell the truth.
I love a good story. I have always LOVED a good story. One of my earliest memories of falling in love with a story was when my mother read me Eric Carle’s picture book Frederick. I was mesmerized by the collage world of trees and rocks and adorable little, big eared woodland mice. I was even more captivated by the story itself!
Frederick, the protagonist, was one of the little mice. And he was a problem to society. While the other mice busied themselves gathering nuts and grains for the long winter, Frederick appeared to be doing nothing. He just sat on a stone, staring into the air. “Frederick, why don’t you work?” they asked, annoyed.
