This book reads like the retelling of a random, vaguely unsettling dream. It is also the story of the modern wife. In it, the bird/wife is despondent. Her partner/dog comes in and eats her cake, then picks up some non-verbal clues that she’s not quite herself. So he takes off with a buddy in a fancy car, ostensibly to get a present to cheer her up, but really he ends up pleasing himself way more and gets her some fancy, useless thing as an aside. Meanwhile, bird was left alone at home to finish some thankless, mind-numbing task by herself. Partner/dog and sidekick/goat show up after the work is done, all ebullient from their shopping expedition. Bird gets a little taste of the outside world via a visit from a minor celebrity with a cake. Cake is nice. I mean who doesn’t like cake? Doesn’t really fix depression, but bird know that’s the closest she’s going to get to what she actually wants today, so she eats the cake.
My 8YO daughter also loves this book, but likely for entirely different reasons.