Pandurang “was so grumpy that no one in the village had even seen him smile. He was so dour that people said that milk turned into curd when he looked at it.” One day he coughs and spits a feather out of his mouth. “Don’t tell anyone,” he says to his wife. “Of course!” she replies, and promptly shares it with her neighbor, but in her telling the feather has turned into a bird. The neighbor tells someone else, and the bird has turned into a flock. And so it goes. The story spreads, the rumor grows, until the grumpiest man in town awakens from his nap to find a crowd outside his door, and when he yawns, they’re all disappointed: Where is the forest full of beasts and birds—tigers and monkeys and wolves and bears and parrots and mynahs and peacocks and more? Anushka Ravishankar’s playful variation on the game of telephone has an abundance of humor and marvelous cadence for reading aloud. Kanyika Kini’s lush and colorful illustrations capture a vibrant Indian village. (Ages 5–8)

In the village of Baddbaddpur, the people like to tell tales, "so tall that if you put them one on top of the other, they would reach the stars." Pandurang is so dour that he can make milk turn sour. One day he coughs up a feather. As the story of Pandurang's feather is passed from one person to another it grows and grows and grows until it can hardly be recognized. And that's when the story weaves its magic on the ill-tempered Pandurang. An international version of "broken telephone" this is a funny cautionary tale about the nature of rumors.