Elmer is a happy bunny. He loves to hop and he wants to show his new classmates at school that he can hop. Only he can't hop quite high enough. The teasing begins the first day, but, Elmer is not alone. He has a teacher who has been watching the other students, and, with her help, the hearts as well as the actions of the other bunnies are changed.
While I found How Elmer Lost His Hop, a cute story, with bright pictures that would capture any child's attention, the text was far too long. This reader felt as if she was sometimes swimming in story instead of enjoying every carefully placed word. Short, crisp paragraphs were in order here.
And what of plot? Yes, Elmer was sad because he was teased, but he didn't do anything about it but cry. His teacher had to save him, and I had trouble with that. Why didn't little Elmer try various techniques to jump higher, techniques that failed until he conquered them? None of us, bunny or not, get handed answers on a silver platter. We have to work for them, and that's the primary problem I had with How Elmer Lost His Hop. I wanted Elmer to solve his own problem, I wanted him to learn to hop higher, or the other bunnies to appreciate him for the bunny he was, instead of having the teacher fix everything. A caring teacher is good. A teacher who takes a student aside privately to see how he is doing, is great. But a teacher who solves the problem for a student is not.
The story of Elmer was okay, but I didn't love it.