I absolutely loved this book when I was little, so much so that one of our dogs was named Fletcher.
Re-reading it as an adult, I found it wordy, with dated illustrations, but the story is still charming. Fletcher feels unloved when his owner likes baby chicks more than him, so he enlists some friends to encase him in an "egg" made of twigs and mud, which he hatches from to impress his owner. The hilarity comes from the village's treatment of the giant egg, which they're convinced it from a new species of bird or maybe even an alien. When Fletcher appears from it, they are justifiably embarrassed by their assumptions.
Better for older readers or parents with patience for longer stories.
Re-reading it as an adult, I found it wordy, with dated illustrations, but the story is still charming. Fletcher feels unloved when his owner likes baby chicks more than him, so he enlists some friends to encase him in an "egg" made of twigs and mud, which he hatches from to impress his owner. The hilarity comes from the village's treatment of the giant egg, which they're convinced it from a new species of bird or maybe even an alien. When Fletcher appears from it, they are justifiably embarrassed by their assumptions.
Better for older readers or parents with patience for longer stories.
