I first encountered wombats when I went to the Olympics in Sydney in 2000. Fatso, the Fat-Arsed Wombat was an unofficial games mascot, on Channel 7 TV every evening in the wonderful Roy and HG roundup of the days’ events. We then saw a real one at the Sydney zoo – of course, asleep and unmoving. Now, I have a very large backside, and enjoy eating and sleeping enormously – so, felt that I had finally met my totem animal. I LOVE wombats!
Then, a Goodreads friend alerted me to this book – and I simply had to have it. It arrived today, and did not disappoint. The illustrations are superb, and the story (though limited in vocabulary and variety of scene) immediately grabbed both me and my husband.
The diary-writing wombat’s life revolves around sleeping (lots of), eating, scratching and digging holes. Then, new neighbours appear – a human family – whom, within a short number of days, are convinced to provide the wombat with repeated gifts of carrots and oats. The book ends with:
“Evening: Have decided that humans are easily trained and make quite good pets. Night: Dug new hole to be closer to them. Slept”
This book is marketed to 2 -4 year old children – I would recommend it to everyone – with or without children!