Tiger mechanically runs through the motions (stiffly lifting his hat to greet Mr. Tiger disrupts Brown’s (You Will Be My Friend!) manicured spreads, which are colored in the ashy browns of daguerreotypes he’s the color of a mango, has lime green eyes, and faces readers with an expression of barely constrained disgruntlement. Though similarly attired in a handsome suit coat and top hat, Mr. Tiger lives in a drab society where bipedal animals dressed in fairly Victorian apparel exchange terse salutations, while adhering to rules of etiquette. "About this title" may belong to another edition of this title.In a gratifying parable about self-actualization, Mr. With its skewed humor and untamed spirit, this joyous exploration of quasi-reverse anthropomorphism will delight listeners again and again. The city is all upright, sepia, rectilinear precision the wild, sweeping vistas of lush, verdant paradise, and their final amalgam form a nice balance. Brown highlights the differences between municipal propriety and savage abandon with color and composition. Closing endpapers of haphazard greenery celebrate the welcome change.
He dons some aloha attire, and all is right with the world. He returns only to discover that things have loosened to a happy medium.
The village members suggest he head into the wilderness, which he thinks is a “magnificent idea.” He loves the wilderness, with all its wildness, but, in time, he misses the city and his friends. Tiger, his bright-orange face a sore thumb among the elephant grays and mule-deer browns, dreams of freedom. *Starred Review* Opening endpapers of orderly gray bricks introduce a community of proper Victorian animals getting about their business with smileless politesse.
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