This was utterly charming. Wee Harold takes his purple crayon and goes lucid dreaming. He nearly drowns, builds a city and grows an apple tree, stuffs himself on nine different types of pie and (my favourite bit) gifts the leftovers to a moose with ribs like toast racks and "a deserving porcupine". I am left to wonder about the remainder of the porcupine population, and what they have done to be undeserving. (I am also left to wonder which nine pies I would draw if I had a purple crayon. Custard, pumpkin, key lime...)