This is an incredibly funny book; we couldn't help reading the most hilarious parts to each other all the time, like the wonderful moment when Limpy wonders how you could describe someone who tries to wee on passing trucks as sensible.
But it's also amazingly sad and moving. Time and time again, brave Limpy's honest and heroic search for tolerance and welcome is met with brutality and incomprehension. Okay, he IS a toad, and the book is amusing about those aspects of toads that people find strangely offputting, like warts and poison, but Limpy is also every bit as much a hero as Hazel in Watership Down (and of course Aussies don't like rabbits much either.) Not only great fun; also a touching plea for tolerance.
A mother and seven-year-old son wrote this together; we both read the book, but separately.