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Well, that was a complete lack of a story. This is from a time when people thought that you had to explicitly teach people these things. You don't!

It really supports the idea of swallowing your pride and apologizing, accepting the blame for something. I really like that message.

Maybe they could have a more natural consequence, like not being able to find what they're looking for, or falling over things that have been left in the middle of the floor. That happens too, and that could be a realistic consequence instead of Mama making threats because she's being taking advantage of as a parent.

It's descriptive. The pictures are all line drawings, very simple, with not a lot of detail. There's also not a lot of detail in the story.

The doctor prescribes Papa some medicine for his cold, which is not a thing that exists. There is no medicine that gets prescribed for colds. They're viruses, not bacteria. But, hey.

It's a prose poem where the repetition is enough to create parallelism but not too much where it becomes annoying. The diction isn't overly simplistic and the pictures are interesting to look at.

Another stupid old Berenstain Bears book where Papa tries to teach Small Bear how to ride a bike and keeps not listening to his own advice and getting maimed and mangled in various ways, and Small Bear just thanks him for showing him what not to do.

It starts out having a point and then kind of loses track of it halfway through. It's a strange ending to have in something that seemed like it was going to have a moral.

And even if they were real bones, dogs don't just like love bones. In the same way that mice just don't love cheese. This is just inane. There's no real message. There's no real point.

It presupposes a world where mice are intelligent and humans exist but don't realize that the mice are intelligent, which is kind of a difficult world to live in when you realize that we kill mice for pretty trifling things. But, you know.