'Well, wouldn't you feel left out, let down, too, if it was always somebody's else's birthday being celebrated, never your own? Lyle pouts, sulks, mopes, and finally sickens to the point where he's rushed to the hospital by ambulance. But you can't keep a good crocodile down, not long anyway, and Lyle is soon up doing good deeds for the adult patients and somersaults for the children. Doing for others is the cure for Lyle's malaise - and of course there's a special celebration.' -New York Times Book Review
