Self-actualization for this chipper bridge dweller comes when he trades goats for glory.
Failure comes in many forms. Cliff, alas, has mastered them all. He may be green and somewhat rectangular in shape, but at troll school, he’s just the worst. Everything—his demeanor, his singing, his vegetarianism—rankles his teacher and classmates. Ready to try something new, Cliff high-tails it to pirate school instead. Though it fits his personality to a T, the work is tough, and the little troll lives in fear of his next report card. Fortunately, when you love what you’re doing, that can make all the difference. There are smidgens of cleverness hidden in the margins of this seemingly simple tale. Jokes like one troll saying, “Trolls are landlubbers,” followed by “YEAH! We lub the land!” hit the spot. Likewise, while the cartoon art remains bubbly and cheery, it isn’t afraid to slip in the occasional “tibi ipsi esto fidelis” (“to thine own self be true”) hidden on a bridge for kicks. Cliff’s awakening isn’t granted without hard work on his part, an idea that has broad application. Even dreams must be earned.
Inspiration for anyone hoping to find a crew of foulmouthed, barnacle-laden sea dogs of their very own.
(Picture book. 4-6)