“All scary stories have two sides,” the storyteller said. So naturally the seven kits scamper off through the woods to the Bog Cavern as soon as their mother is asleep, and beg the spooky-looking storyteller for a scary story. One chilly autumn night, seven fox kits beg their mother for a scary story, “so scary our eyes fall out of our heads.” Don’t go to the Bog Cavern, she tells them, because the old storyteller lives there, and the tale she would tell them would be so scary it would put white in their tails. It's perfect for halloween, or any time, really, and-for adults-a fine companion read to Each Day a Small Victory and Ragged or, the Loveliest Lies of All.Īnd now i learn there's going to be a SEQUEL next august? in my BIRTHDAY MONTH? too good to be true.įinal review first posted on : The illustrations are beeyootiful, creepily offsetting the harshness of the stories' situations The stories may not be suuuuper scary to a grown woman, but they are certainly dark, and certainly terrifying to the fox kits as they are trick-or-treated to tales of unfortunate fox succumbing to nature's myriad perils: rabies, snakes, hunger, cold, rivers, badgers, rival foxes, as well as to the threats of man: traps, and-inexplicably-beatrix potter, who scoops up assorted woodland creatures to use as unwilling art models until she can draw them well enough to trap their souls in her paintings, before using their lifeless bodies in her whimsical taxidermy projects. So the book is structured with a setup-introduction that leads into the seven stories, broken up by brief chapters (on black pages!) of the foxes' reactions to or commentary on to the stories, followed by a perfect ties-it-all-together conclusion that is equal parts chilling and heartwarming.
in-between each story, we witness his audience dwindle as, one by one, the kits slink back to the safety of their den until only the littlest fox remains to hear the final tale. So, obviously, as soon as she falls asleep, the skulk of foxen set straight off for bog cavern, where they do indeed meet the storyteller, who proceeds to tell them not one but seven terrifying stories over the course of the night. "If you go there, you'll hear a story so frightening it will put the white in your tail." "That's where the old storyteller lives," their mom said. "But you must promise that no matter what you do tonight, you will not go to Bog Cavern."
She paused and looked at the kits with all seriousness. "Sorry to be a disappointment," their mom said, lying down. In what may very well be a br'er rabbit anti-warning, she plants a seed in their little fox heads: It's a framed tale of seven fox kits who, one chilly autumn night, are hungry for scary stories-far scarier than the babyish ones their dear old fox mum knows. This middle grade horror book is a hundred and a half times better and darker than anything i read during my own middle grade years.
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