The crotchety farmer next door has threatened to shoot Philip's and Kooch's beloved dog, Frank, dead on the spot if he ever catches him near his prize rabbit. When Frank brings the rabbit home, the children must think up a scheme fast -- to save Frank's from the farmer's wrath.
What a profoundly strange book this is, feeling like the sort of anecdote your grandparents would tell at Christmas as a kid, when they’ve outstayed their welcome and you want them to just go home. It’s got a weird combination of sentimentality and black humour that should work but somehow doesn’t, and English’s beautiful art somehow adds to this weird cloying sensation with it all feeling somehow a bit doomy and full of impending catastrophe. It just doesn’t work for me at all