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Froodle by Antoinette Portis is about a neighborhood comfortably set in its ways. Every creature has its part in the daily sounds and it's all somehow orchestrated by a very serious crow. That is until a little bird gets bored.
The idea is that it's nice to mix things up. It's nice to be silly. It's good to try something new to spice up the old routine — even when there's someone saying that you shouldn't.
The crow, though, was a strange choice of character. Is because he's the biggest bird? Is because he's all one color? The line that just gets me is this: "Everyone knows there is no such thing as a silly black crow!" Really? Since when?
What about the crow and raven being traditional trickster animals? Shouldn't the crow be the one starting the froodle trend? Or is this a case of reverse psychology? No, don't be silly. We must always be serious. Or else!