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Why count sheep when you can count trucks, boats and diggers?
Let’s at least hope it’s tobacco, little monkey.
I was reading the original Curious George book to my kids last night.
It’s not too bad.
And really, in a kid’s book that you’re going to wind up reading several dozens of times, not too bad is a HUGE victory. (May God cast his darkest cloud of vengeance down upon “Barbie’s Fairytopia,” btw.)
So I was reading Curious George, which was originally published in 1941. Given its age, you would naturally expect a few quirks.
Like when I came to the page where George and the Man With the Yellow Hat were relaxing at home and george has a “nice meal” and then . . . smokes a “nice pipe” before bed.
I have to admit I was a bit shocked to see smoking in a children’s book.
And then I realized that I’ve been reading far too many animal books to my kids because I never once formed the thought that perhaps it was even stranger that it was A SMOKING MONKEY.
As for how it all ended, and what mischief that silly little monkey might get into next, I guess you’re just going to have to read it and find out for yourself.


