Caught stealing some goose eggs from a witch, Howard is cursed for his heartlessness and turned into a goose himself, and he can only become human again by performing three good deeds.
VIVIAN VANDE VELDE is the author of more than twenty books for young readers, including Now You See It . . ., Heir Apparent, Wizard at Work, and the Edgar Award-winning Never Trust a Dead Man. She lives in Rochester, New York.
Gr. 3-5. When a local witch sees the boy Howard stealing eggs from the geese that she tends, she decides that he needs a lesson-and she changes him, fittingly, into a goose. Correctly discerning that Howard rarely thinks of others, the witch refuses to return him to human form until he has done three good deeds. Howard's learning to be a goose is almost a full-time job, and it comes with unexpected, occasionally poignant setbacks, such as when his friends don't recognize him. Of course, Howard fumes, frets, and schemes to get around the curse, but he eventually stumbles into a good deed and feels the pleasure of doing right, if only briefly. Although Howard doesn't change dramatically, by the close of his uncomfortable lesson he has begun to think more about those around him-both the human and the feathered kind. With well-spaced print, plenty of dialogue, a strong dose of humor, and more invention than many books written at this level, this goose tale is a nicely accomplished, entertaining read, with strong potential for reading aloud to younger children. ((Reviewed October 15, 2005)) Copyright 2005 Booklist Reviews.
Village children call the old lady living by the pond a witch, and the moniker turns out to be dead on, as young Howard discovers when she catches him trying to steal goose eggs. Suddenly, he's transformed into a goose himself-doomed to stay that way until he performs three good deeds. That turns out to be not so easy as he supposes: Not only is he regarded with suspicion by the pond's other feathered residents, and as potential dinner by his former friends and neighbors, but, as he learns, even brave deeds like battling an egg-eating rat don't count if they're motivated by self-interest. Like Donna Jo Napoli's classic Prince of the Pond (1992), this is as much about inner change as outer. Having gone through sometimes-hilarious struggles getting used to his new body and social standing, Howard ultimately learns how to do good selflessly, and walks away in the end a relieved and wiser lad. Another funny and thought-provoking tale in folkloric dress from Vande Velde. (Fantasy. 9-11) Copyright Kirkus 2005 Kirkus/BPI Communications. All rights reserved.
Though all the children of the village of Dumphrey's Mill called the woman whose little house sat at the edge of Goose Pond "the old witch," Howard never suspected till too late that she truly was a witch.
She was old and she was ugly, and to the children that was reason enough to call her a witch.
It was also reason enough to tag along behind her those times when she came into the village to sell milk from her goats or to buy grain from the miller. Howard was not the best nor the worst of the children to ever be born in Dumphrey's Mill. So when the old witch would come to town, Howard did not suggest it might be fun to tease her; but neither did he suggest it might not be nice. Instead, he would join in with the others and imitate the way she walked-her shoulders hunched, her right foot dragging behind her-until she'd notice and shake her cane at them, which caused them to flee with delighted screeches of terror.
One spring day when the witch had not come to town, Howard and his best friend, Roscoe, noticed the freshly laundered sheets Roscoe's mother had hung on the line to dry. Because there was nothing to do, and because they were boys, they thought the sheets on the line made a fine cave. One thing led to another, and in short order the cave was in pretty serious need of more laundering.
At the exact moment Roscoe's mother discovered this, it was Roscoe's turn to be the dragon in the cave; Howard, as the knight, was in the side yard looking for a stick that could pass for a sword. So Roscoe's mother never saw Howard as she dragged Roscoe by the ear into the house, to the accompaniment of some very un-dragonlike yelps.
Howard could have knocked on the door and volunteered the information that the knight versus cave-dragon game had in fact been his idea, but it was too late to save Roscoe anyway, so Howard decided it was no use sacrificing himself for nothing.
But without Roscoe, there was very little excitement in the village of Dumphrey's Mill.
That was when Howard decided he would go to Goose Pond and see if the geese had laid any eggs yet.
Even though the geese there were wild, everyone knew the old witch was very protective of them: As soon as the snow melted every spring, she pulled weeds from the edge of the pond so that when the geese returned from their winter home in the south they would find the area ready for building their nests. And throughout the spring and summer, she threw out crusts of bread for them to eat. When it was time for them to return to the warmth of the south, she would stand on the edge of the pond and shout good-byes, calling each by name.
Howard thought this was ridiculous behavior because everyone knows both geese and goose eggs are for eating.
When Howard arrived at Goose Pond that spring day, he stood hidden at the edge of the trees and looked over the old witch's yard to make sure she wasn't someplace she'd be able to see him.
As there was no sign of her, Howard crept to the edge of the pond and began searching for nests.
He found one quickly.
By the way the goose who'd been sitting there hissed and flapped her wings, Howard could tell that she was indeed guarding eggs.
He waved his cap and managed to startle her away long enough to snatch three of the eight eggs from the nest.
"You don't need so many," he assured her as she tried to peck him.
He set one of the eggs on the edge of the grass and rolled it toward the water's edge to distract the mother goose. This did indeed confuse her. As she rushed to save that one, Howard grabbed another, put all three into his cap, and started to run away.
Except something caught in his feet, and he fell hard.
When he looked up, he saw that what had tripped him had been the old witch's cane.
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