It’s like some grotesque Alan Moore-style reinvention. I was reading to my 10-month-old neice before she went to bed and someone passed me Dear Grandma Bunny a 1996 Miffy book. Children’s books are darker than they were when I was young. Dear Grandma Bunny begins:
"Why is Miffy so unhappy
On her cheek a tear is bright.
Do you know why she is crying?
Miffy’s grandma died last night"
First Mog and now this. What next?
(The book came from a Miffy library someone brought Liz as a present. They phoned her when they realised what Dear Grandma Bunny was about. Luckily my Mum found it funny).
That’s Not My Pony was a much better read.