This is a truly lovely story about imagination.
A little boy discovers a hole in his back garden. He investigates it and his Mum joins in too (his Dad won’t because he suspects it contains lots of frogs and he doesn’t like frogs.)
There is a lot of pondering about could be in the hole from the boy, his family and friends. It might belong to a badger, a mole, a dragon or a troll perhaps; everyone has their own ideas.
They never find out who the hole belongs to – it ends with the boy pleased that something has come to live in his garden and his plans to keep watch. I really like this. The whole point of a book like this is to encourage child readers to imagine what might be down there for themselves. There are endless possibilities and because we never find out (and of course the answer could in fact be ‘nothing’) those possibilities still stand. The boy’s imagination doesn’t have to be limited and neither does the reader’s.
I am so glad that Rebecca has this ending, rather one that spoils it all by revealing what it is. Even if it had been a dragon it would have meant that those other ideas were wrong. A child’s imagination should be indulged and allowed to expand ever outwards. That’s why I like this story so much – that it does just that.