This is a story about problem solving. It is also very funny. Mr Fat Cat has a very important idea which he promptly forgets following a small catastrophe in the office kitchen caused the new employee Rat.
Rat, ever anxious to be helpful, scurries off to find a a new 'VERY IMPORTANT IDEA'. Naturally his search begins at his favourite place - the local tip. "It was a rat's paradise - everything you could ever want." Rat finds a wonderful sock which he takes back to the office where he makes a formal presentation using a large flip board. Mr Fat Cat is horrified. He does not want a sticky old sock. Rat goes back to the tip where he finds an even better sock which has so many uses from fashion accessory to hammock. This sock is of course rejected immediately by Mr Fat Cat but Rat has one more idea. He swaps the latest sock for a magic sock which he uses like a snake charmer. It is at this moment Mr Fat Cat remembers his very important idea. Perhaps you have already guessed what it is! I am happy to say no rats were harmed in the making of this book.
I would link this book with Strat and Chatto. It also made me think of Letters from A Mouse which is a tiny chapter book that I adore. It is long out of print but we are lucky to have two copies in our school library.
I think socks are a wonderful mini theme idea for younger students. Here are some titles you might find in your library and here are some amazing ways to use old and odd socks.
Why not add a poem when you read this book. Here is one about lost socks.
The Missing Sock by Angela Wybrow
This afternoon, I had quite a big shock:
I discovered that I have a missing sock!
I put my socks inside the washing machine,
But now one sock is nowhere to be seen.
I started my hunt earlier - had a scout around,
But, as yet, the missing sock is still to be found.
It's not hung on the line or the clothes airer.
It needs to be reunited with me: its wearer.
The socks were one of my favourite pairs:
Light blue with a snowy white polar bear.
They also had stars sewn with silvery thread.
I've looked on the floor and inside my bed.
With a missing sock, I've no peace of mind;
That missing sock, I simply need to find.
It has to be somewhere within the house -
Or maybe it has been stolen by a mouse!
That poor little sock is all lonely and lost;
I'll do anything to retrieve it: whatever the cost.
I'm feeling quite upset, as I really do hate
The thought of it coping without its mate.
With the missing sock, I am quite obsessed,
And, until I have found it, I will not rest.
That missing sock, I will keep looking for
Until it's safe and sound back in its drawer.