When you are around a 4 year old as much as I am, poo is funny. And Pooh picking up what appear to be giant turds is even funnier. **sigh.** Madz left this book lying around the bathroom (no less), and every time I looked at the cover I burst out laughing. So I made this juvenile cover by shifting a few words.
I actually hate these kinds of books— you know, the ones that take fantastic old literature for kids and then boil them down, bleach them, edit them, re-write them, take out all the charm and wit, digest them and make what amounts to.. well… crap.