Thing-Thing was neither a Teddy bear nor a rabbit; not a stuffed dog or cat. It was something like each of those, and nothing at all you could name. But it had something special. It had the hope that one day it would find a child to love it and talk to it and make it tea parties and take it to bed. A child it could love back.Certainly Archibald Crimp was not that child. He had just thrown Thing-Thing out the open sixth-floor window of the Excelsior Hotel.Oh, dear, thought Thing-Thing to itself. This is bad, this is very bad.Cary Fagan and Nicolas Debon have created a story so rich in words and images that, despite taking place in a matter of seconds,Thing-Thing will be remembered as vividly as a child’s favorite toy.