The absolute ridiculousness of Miss Moppet wrapping her head in a duster and sitting primly before the fire never fails to amuse me. Every time I see that illustration I laugh. I'm not sure if that was the effect Beatrix Potter was going for, but I appreciate it nonetheless. The story here is a trifle thin, to be sure, and if that first duster picture didn't exist this would probably be a three star picture book for me. That one illustration single-handedly drags the rating up another star, however.