It’s a small story, a nature story, told without any anthropomorphism. The extent of Whitefoot’s thoughts are instinctual: “Nest! Nest!” or “Seeds! Seeds!” There are no tea and blackberries for supper or charming waistcoats in this tale. It’s a story tracing the very realistic adventures of a tiny creature. In that regard, it is a rare specimen in literature for young children. Comprised of quiet adventure and woodland lore and wonder, it shines its light on the overlooked, unsentimental, non-technological, dramas of Nature.
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