I'm not sure what I thought of the story - it was complemented but at the same time overwhelmed by the book itself which was a treasure to hold and read - just the right size - not too tall and not too wide, just the right length, not too long and not too short - most conveniently bound with a handy over-flapped book jacket that doubles as the perfect book mark.

just like goldilocks tried the chairs and then the porridge and finally the beds finding the perfect fit for her at each turn, I worked my way forward and back thru the story delighting in the girl's visits, the delightful fairy food and refreshments, relishing yet dreading each revelation from the sheepman, yet upon being awakened from the story I remember most of all the waiting mother, the missing starling and the black dog.