A sense of plain bliss pervades every page of the book—right from the beginning—right to the end. Little delights snuggle in nooks and corners of the drawings, and you may repent if you overlooked them when you turned the page in a hurry. You should not. This happy boy, Mattie, draws the sun in the sky (in which can be seen a cricket ball) and turns to grin at the puppy who licks his feet… oh oh… a basketball basket nestles down from the cloud and oops! Is it that the happy boy was making a throw at the basket and not drawing the sun as a cricket ball—or was it all of this all at once?
He strides over from the sun to the moon, crossing huge greens and some blues in long strides and slides and climbs—riding waves of happiness and merriment and enchantment with himself and all things around.