THE TEENY-WEENY UNICORN

Size is relative, even if your relatives are particularly huge.

The teeny-weeny unicorn has it tough. Everything in his kingdom, from the food to the rugs to the toys, is ginormous—at least, in his opinion. Maybe that’s why the unicorn’s siblings like to use him as a pawn in their chess games. When his siblings refuse to go swimming with him in the moat (“a gumball would make a bigger splash than you,” his brother sneers), the unicorn runs off in a huff into the tall grasses of the castle’s lawn. There, he meets a particularly teeny gnome who is furious with him. Without realizing it, our hero somehow managed to smash the gnome’s sporty roadster with his “giant” hoof. Despite the unicorn’s protestations that he’s far too tiny to have crushed the car, the even smaller gnome insists on full repayment. Payment is forthcoming, and at last our hero’s small stature works to his benefit. As the book nears its conclusion, the lesson appears to be particularly pertinent for those young readers just beginning to discover both their vastness and their insignificance at the same time. “We are all teeny-weeny. We are all giant. And we are all just the right size.” Facial expressions and visual gags complement the text perfectly, all thanks to Harris’ particular skill with chalk pastel. The female gnome has a bushy white beard that obscures her features; only a long pink nose is visible.

At last! A unicorn book as charming as the species it highlights.