In case it’s been a while, each one of his books had a title like Mr. Tall, Mr. Messy, or in this case, Mr. Strong. Master Strong looks a lot like the Kool Aid Man.
He wakes up every morning and eats an omelet with about a zillion eggs in it. Then he proceeds to break just about everything he touches because, of course, he is too strong not to.
This very trait that defines the big red man is the same thing that bails someone else out of a jam by the book’s conclusion. In this case it’s a farmer with a burning barn.
These books taught me that eccentricities should be magnified. Everyone was defined by a single trait that a caricaturist would pick out , sort of like in Junior High.
Or, in January of 2010 I went to the Navajo Reservation in Shiprock, New Mexico to talk to a historian. While we were talking about Navajo naming practices, he told me that one of his best friends’ names means “the wind blows against his face.”
Why would this be? Sadly, because he had some neck defect that meant his left ear was usually locked into position about two inches away from the top of his left deltoid.
Anyway, back to Hargreaves. Read the books. And then, a question, if he were to write a sequel featuring you, what would the name of it be?