Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Mr. Putter Gives Mrs. Teaberry a Very Grand Christmas Gift

I love Christmas. It's my favorite time of the year for many reasons, and one of the aspects that I enjoy the most is coming up with presents for certain people. It's always fun but also time-consuming, especially when I decide to make gifts. And sometimes things go wrong and what looked like a lovely ornament in my head is a gluey, jagged mess in real life and I have to start over. This is the sort of trouble Mr. Putter faces in Mr. Putter and Tabby Bake the Cake.

The book, third in the easy-reader series written by Cynthia Rylant and illustrated by Arthur Howard, is broken into four short sections: A Good Cake, No Pans, Mary Sue and Something Airy. If I were reading this series in order, it would be only my second encounter with Mrs. Teaberry, his cheery neighbor, and Zeke, her little bulldog. Zeke doesn't come into the story much, but the events of the book occur because Mr. Putter wants to give his dear friend Mrs. Teaberry a Christmas present that is truly special. After a great deal of deliberation, he settles upon the idea of giving her a light, fluffy Christmas cake so she will have something better to eat than those fruitcakes she is inexplicably fond of, which carry the risk of bodily injury if dropped.

There are just a few problems with this plan. Mr. Putter has no pans. Mr. Putter has no ingredients. Mr. Putter has no cookbook. And Mr. Putter has no prior experience in making cakes. Realizing all the strikes against him, he's tempted to give up. Instead, he seeks advice from a local cake-making expert, who sells him a hundred dollars' worth of supplies, none of which are ingredients. When he finally does get started on his sweet surprise (on Christmas Eve), his lack of expertise leads to several failed attempts. Will he have to settle for a cup of tea and a consolation card, or can he mange to give Mrs. Teaberry a treat that's good enough to eat?

It's fun to see Howard apply his skills to traditional Christmas images. We see the bustling sweetshop all decked out in holly and wreaths and surrounded by customers all bundled up to protect themselves against the powdery snow. There's Mrs. Teaberry's oddity of a fruitcake, indented with a strange assortment of implements including several very prominent cherries. There's the Christmas tree-shaped pan Mr. Putter buys from Mary Sue, the cake lady. And then there's my favorite, the card he imagines himself giving to Mrs. Teaberry, the front of which bears the words "It's the thought that counts" and features a perplexed-looking Santa.

I also like the little details in the book that give us greater insight into the personalities of these two people. We learn that Mrs. Teaberry is especially eccentric, embracing kitschy knick-knacks like monkey heads made of coconuts and wind-up salt shakers. We learn that as much as Mr. Putter loves a good story, his bookshelves also feature a wide assortment of volumes of non-fiction on topics ranging from seaweed to Chinese trees. And we learn that Tabby and Zeke are unusually patient, since they are willing to subject themselves uncomplainingly to festive attire with no apparent attempts at removing the items - a sweater for Zeke to match his mistress's wardrobe and a Santa hat for Tabby to match Mr. Putter's headgear, which is larger but otherwise identical.

This book reminds me of two later books in the series. Like Mr. Putter and Tabby Paint the Porch, it shows that Mr. Putter is a man with stick-to-it-ivity. He doesn't abandon a project just because the going gets tough. Like Mr. Putter and Tabby Spin the Yarn, it involves an attempt by Mr. Putter to do something extra-nice for his neighbor. Not everything goes as planned, but Mrs. Teaberry is certainly appreciative. Unlike both of those tales, this is a Christmas story, which makes it ideal December reading. Those who open it because of the holiday theme will find themselves drawn into a wonderful series that is 15 volumes strong, with hopefully many more to come.

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