The Hungry Thing
Jan Slepian & Ann Seidler ~ Richard E. Martin ~ Follett, 1967
Sometimes I've thought it might be nice to go through life sitting there with a giant sign around my neck that reads FEED ME. Ha!
never owned this one as a kid, but I have a vague memory of the giant beast with his gaping mouth and bottomless stomach. My paperback copy now is a 50 cent estate sale find (scored with a couple of first edition Richard Scarry Busytown hardbacks!), and has since gone into high rotation around these parts. When a mysterious creature comes to town armed only with a sign and an appetite, the townspeople have some trouble figuring out just what it is this beast is hungry for.
"He's underfed. Have some bread,"
Said a lady dressed in red.
"It seems to me he'd like some tea,"
Said a fellow up a tree.
"A bit of rice might be nice,"
said a baby sucking ice.
The Hungry Thing just shook his head
and pointed to the sign that said Feed Me.
The townspeople tried again.
"What would you like to eat?" asked the townspeople.
"Feetloaf," answered the Hungry Thing.
"Feetloaf!" cried the townspeople.
"How do you eat it? What can it be?"
All the wise men in the village can't answer that question, and of course, it's the town's tiniest tot who comes to the rescue. As I imagine it is with all children, my son loves it when the little guy comes out on top. I love it when a book asks you to not judge a monster by its cover. That said, I think I'll go cook up some shmancakes for the boy... with gollipops and hookies for dessert. Yum!
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