

Thank you to the 2016 Caldecott committee. I am half waiting for someone to say, apologetically, that this whole Caldecott thing was a bureaucratic bungle. When my green card was first issued, it listed my nationality as French Polynesian and my occupation as “entertainer.” The nine months I had to wait for a replacement card were passed in fear of being discovered as a fraud on both fronts. Sixteen years ago I won a green card in the lottery, which allowed me and my family to immigrate to America from Australia. I am also that sort of bear and I’m going to tell you stories mostly about myself. “Could you very sweetly tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?”

“What about a story?” said Christopher Robin.
