You can never have too many pets.

Kids probably shouldn't just randomly take home animals that they find in a pond, whether or not they're kittens. They might have rabies, or something worse.
You can never have too many pets.
Kids probably shouldn't just randomly take home animals that they find in a pond, whether or not they're kittens. They might have rabies, or something worse.
All pets are equal, but some are more equal than others.
If I didn't know better, I would think they were intending to write something about the "entitlement generation." Because, seriously, that's what this turns out to be. "I can't decide who is the best! Everybody gets a prize!"
Nerdy things aren't fun.
Papa Bear, to his credit, realizes that he's done something wrong before it's pointed out to him by Sister Bear, so he's able to take her criticism well.
No. Wrong.
No. You can't leave it like that. You can't let readers think that she actually did get the wish.
Useless and brief story.
Basically just the first day of dog ownership, and you know those kids are going to start slacking off and avoiding their dog-related chores the same way they avoid all their other chores.
Papa Bear fails at life.
This is another book where nothing really gets resolved on a permanent basis. That's the kind of thing that will build into a cycle.
The story is as disappointing as the treasure itself.
The best part: “'What is booty, Papa?' Asked Sister.”
Nope, apparently there's no such thing as "too much car trip."
I was really expecting it to be about Mama and Papa bear realizing that sometimes pushing everybody to do too many things on a long car trip is a bad idea, but no.
Poorly written in forced rhyme.
Nobody talks like that. When you put it into rhyme like that, it doesn't sound natural.
The Big Question deserves a better answer.
This is like answering the question of “Who's Grandpa Smith?” by saying, “I'm really glad we have nice silverware.”