When you open the book, though, something unexpected happens. The flickering light from the candle illuminates the illustrations and they begin to move. The sound of creaking wagon wheels and chattering conversation rises from the book, and before you knew it, you find yourself standing on a cobblestone street in front of a busy café.
Peering inside the windows, you see a homey dining area with checkered table clothes. Every seat is filled, but not with humans. Instead the same dapper animals as were in the book illustrations sit and converse over mugs of cider and cups of tea. A badger in a white cap trimmed with ribbons scurries between tables, refilling mugs and handing out slices of fresh baked bread. No one seems to notice you watching.
