Frederick was one of my favorite picture books growing up. I actually think of it quite often because I relate with Frederick so much. While all the other mice are busy doing important jobs, Frederick stores up words and colors. No one sees any validity to what he spends his time doing. Even Frederick doubts the importance of his creative tasks. Then, when winter strikes and all the food the other mice have stored is eaten and gone, the days are filled with grey and misery. Frederick then shares all the words and colors he has stored and gives something that fills their souls and hearts.
Yes, I love that story! (previous blog)