content: This book is the biggest hodgepodge of melodramatic [garbage} I've ever seen. "Curious George Goes To The Hospital" looks like a masterpiece by comparison. Then there's the horrifyingly bad translation, which I can only describe as the work of a deeply disordered mind--Jacinthe Leclerc should either be checked into a mental ward or the Betty Ford Clinic (perhaps both, just to be on the safe side). In short, count yourself lucky if you don't read this one.