There are some young people — be they little boys and girls or little bunnies — who want to run away from their mothers. That is why Margaret Wise Brown begins her story like this: “Once there was a little bunny who wanted to run away.” We don’t know why he wanted to run. There’s no apparent tragedy he’s running from; he’s just a runner.
He is a bit like the man in the song Colder Weather by the Zac Brown Band. (Yes, I know the song is about heartbreak between a grown man and a grown woman, but there aren’t enough heartbreak songs for parents and kids.)
“You’re a lover, I’m a runner
And we go round and round”
Some bunnies are like that.
For a long time Brown had been kicking around a story idea drawn from a rather dark French ballad about a woman trying and failing to leave a man. During a ski trip at Mount Greylock in Massachusetts, Brown finished her run down the slope, holed up in a warm shack while she waited for her friends to come in from the cold, and dashed off the story on the back of her ski receipt.
The little bunny in this book does not actually run. Instead he discusses with his mother the idea of running away. Whatever wild form the little bunny imagines himself, his mother bunny is there, wilder still. She knows, in the words of the song, “her love is strong enough to make him stay.”
After the little bunny announces his intent, he describes seven ways he will run away. And seven times the mother bunny comes back with a calm retort of how she will thwart his plan. She will fish, climb, garden, wait, blow, walk on air, and finally, catch her little bunny. He is clever, but she is steadfast.
My favorite exchange is the one in the middle of the story, the one which is more passive than the others:
If you become a bird and fly away from me,”
said his mother, “I will be a tree that you come home to.”
This mother bunny will wait. She will not be the tree he comes home to, but she will be a tree. He has to come home somewhere. Might as well be to her, in disguise.
Throughout the book, Clement Hurd’s pictures alternate between black and white, for the bunnies’ conversation, and full color, for the imagined truth behind their words. In the bird-tree illustration the little bunny has pink wings and the mother bunny is covered in green leaves, her arms outstretched, her legs in mid-run toward her child.
If you notice something familiar in the illustration of the mother bunny holding the little bunny in a rocking chair, that’s because the same picture appears in another collaboration between Margaret Wise Brown and Clement Hurd: Goodnight Moon. And the illustration of the runaway bunny as a fish and his mother as a fisherman appears on the wall in Goodnight Moon. Unlike many of the illustrators I’ve covered in previous Children’s Book Club posts, Clement Hurd never won any awards; he just illustrated a couple of the most iconic picture books of all time.
What has always fascinated me about The Runaway Bunny is that the mother bunny never says “I love you” to her little bunny. She offers no words of tenderness, no affectionate hug. She simply wears the little bunny down. The story does not end in repentance, with the little bunny saying, “I’m sorry I caused you pain, dearest Mother Bunny.” Nope. He gripes, “Shucks, I might just as well stay where I am and be your little bunny.”
The sensible mother bunny replies, “Have a carrot.” She gets the last word.
I once heard a father say he thought this story was twisted. He thought the mother bunny was obsessed with the little bunny, that she was the kind of mother who would sleep on the door mat outside her son’s dorm room.
Only to make sure he received the box of carrots she’d sent.
In the Zac Brown song, the couple never does get back together. With the passage of time, the man realizes their breakup is his own fault, not the fault of “colder weather.”
“Cause I’m a ramblin’ man
I ain’t never gonna change
I’ve got a gypsy soul to blame
And I was born for leavin’”
Some little bunnies do run away. Some mother bunnies turn into trees, anchored to the earth, in a constant of state of mid-run, waiting for a homecoming. Ready with a carrot.
This month we are memorizing a poem by Margaret Wise Brown called Song of Summer. It describes not colder weather, but what’s happening during the warmer months, from April through until the first of September. Join us? It’s an easy, breezy, summery one!
The next Children’s Book Club will meet Friday, July 10. We’ll read Wave by Suzy Lee, a wordless picture book that tells a story about a girl’s day at the beach.
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“Megan Willome’s The Joy of Poetry is not a long book, but it took me longer to read than I expected, because I kept stopping to savor poems and passages, to make note of books mentioned, and to compare Willome’s journey into poetry to my own. The book is many things. An unpretentious, funny, and poignant memoir. A defense of poetry, a response to literature that has touched her life, and a manual on how to write poetry. It’s also the story of a daughter who loses her mother to cancer. The author links these things into a narrative much like that of a novel. I loved this book. As soon as I finished, I began reading it again.”
—David Lee Garrison, author of Playing Bach in the D. C. Metro
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