Kangaroo stew….

Seth and I were digging around in my box of old children’s books this morning, and this little gem surfaced. The binding was stapled, and it was covered in contact paper. A couple of pages had been taped.

I remembered that “Kangaroo Stew” was well loved in my house. There’s nothing like a familiar book in your hands; one that you haven’t read since you were your own child’s age. It’s a feeling I really can’t describe to read it again for the first time years and years later.

Dad requests kangaroo stew for dinner, so the little boy goes to the zoo to get a kangaroo. Well, the kangaroo doesn’t want to be chopped up, so he goes to the store for some canned kangaroo. When he opens it, a kangaroo hops out. Nope, no good, so back to the store for some frozen kangaroo. That thaws on the way home, and another kangaroo hops out. One last try with a box of instant kangaroo… but when he adds water, POOF!, another kangaroo. The book ends with the kangaroos making a good, kangarooless stew for the whole family…

If you see this book in a pile at a used book sale, pick it up. It’s a sweet, silly romp for young kids…