This Friday's book is Huge Harold written and illustrated by Bill Peet, and published in 1961. This is another favorite of mine from Bill Peet. I just adore Harold and his sweet face and large thumpers!!
There are a lot pages in this book, so I am going to show you some of my favorite illustrations and pages! It will just make you have to find a copy to read it all! ;)
Look at Harold in the middle!! Those feet are so cute!! Poor little Harold's feet just kept growing, and his parents were afraid he was going to grow to "such great height."
Off he hops through to the forest. "I must say," said Harold, "it doesn't look cheery. It looks very spooky and creepy and eery. I suppose," he continued, "there's nothing to fear, For it doesn't seem likely there's anyone here." I just love the rhyming pattern!!
So, he continues on his way to find the perfect place to live. He comes to a farm, and rests on a pile of hay. But, the cows and the pig did not want him there. "So he left the cow pasture and went on his way."
Poor sweet Huge Harold is so sad and cold, for he has not found a place where he will fit in to live.
A storm comes, so Harold runs to find shelter in the old mansion. I think it is a pretty neat house!
Great illustration!! Look at those feet!
Poor Harold ran into some boys in the old mansion, so they got the fellow men to hunt him down. Love his face! So innocent! ;)
He runs, and runs from all the burly men, until he sees a large friendly barn, with some fluffy hay! "This is the end, I'm through running away."
As he was sleeping the farmer, Orville B. Croft heard a loud snoring. "Well now," he said, "doggone and dagnabit! That's what I call a whopping' big rabbit!"
Orville B. Croft was very gentle and kind, and let Harold stay with horse to munch on some hay. But, poor Harold thought he was just being nice so he could fatten him up for supper.
Boy, was Huge Harold wrong!! Now, who wouldn't want a large rabbit pulling your carriage!! Love it!
At the races they couldn't find a rule against rabbits running the race, so Harold ran, and...