One Potato Review

A tale told often – but simply and well. “High above the city, no one heard the soft thud of feathers against glass,” and how would they, beneath the gray-and-white hum of business as usual? Indeed the only flash of color in these opening pages are the blue and green markings on that recklessly highflying pigeon, until a boy in a striking red pea coat should happen to glance in the area of the crash-landing. What follows is some of the usual feeding and bandaging and staring out windows, but the scene of the accident is finally completely transformed by the time of the bird’s repatriation; a little goodwill goes a lot further than you might have guessed.