![]() “Close your eyes,” Frederick tells them, climbing atop a tall rock. ![]() Later, when all of the supplies have been exhausted, and “corn was only a memory,” the mice ask Frederick for his contribution to the group. As the other mice work busily night and day to gather nuts, wheat, and straw, Frederick instead gathers sun rays, colors, and words. And I’ll tell you! In just a moment…īut first, for those who are unfamiliar with this book, Frederick is the story of a daydreamy field mouse who spends his summer days very differently from his mouse family. And now, two weeks later, I understand why this 53-year-old mouse crept into the forefront of my mind. I dug out my old copy, read and re-read it, propped it up on my kitchen counter, mused on it, even called friends to discuss it. “What have you come back to say, little mouse?” I wondered. So I was surprised when Frederick popped into my mind a couple of weeks ago, seemingly out of nowhere, and stayed there. ![]() Although beloved, it rarely comes up in my publishing conversations today. In 1967-more than half a century ago-one of the most brilliant bookmakers of all time, Leo Lionni, created Frederick. ![]()
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