I would kinda sing this book to my kids (inspired by the inimitable Raffi), and years later, it became the metaphor for grieving — recognizing you can’t short-circuit your grief, the only way out is through. When I wrote about it in When Things Fall Apart, I felt I had not done justice to it; I am glad it has found this new form.
About the Book
Follow and join in the family’s excitement as they wade through the grass, splash through the river and squelch through the mud in search of a bear. What a surprise awaits them in the cave on the other side of the dark forest!