One Potato Review

Eerie and absorbing, like listening to a story in another language you only sort of understand. Did I hear that right? Little children underground - with springtime arriving - busily sewing and pressing lovely colored bits of cloth. You said bugs? They need to be painted, do they? With a slug called “old father Slifslaff-Slibberlak,” and an old German lady as Mother Earth, opening and closing trapdoors. Memorable and classic sounding: this is a legend that people have probably been telling since they were living a little closer to the dirt.