No matter how Moose braids, coils, or nets his wiry "moosetache," he winds up with a hair don't. His Rapunzel-length locks snag his ankles, dangle from his antlers, and sometimes obscure his face altogether. "Then, call it fate, call it destiny (it was probably dumb luck), but one day Moose tripped on his moosetache and just had no time to duck." He crashes into the female moose of his dreams, who teaches him to glue his 'stache into manageable twirls. In the suitably sappy finale, the moose twosome vows to stick together through "Good hair days. Bad hair days." The exact nuances of Palatini's wordplay might elude preschoolers, but the fun is unmistakable: "Moose was in a frizzy tizzy. The moosetache was completely crimping his style." She uses rhyme and alliteration without sticking to a predictable rhythm: "He simply could not flambe his souffle with all of those whiskers in the way." Cole exaggerates Moose's whiskers and aggrieved facial expressions. Meanwhile, key words appear in bold font, sentences reel irrepressibly across the pages, and the text and illustrations both exude bouncy energy. A fun read!



