Treehorn is clearly shrinking, and his parents aren"t the least bit interested. His mother is obsessed with whether or not her cake will rise. His father, at one point addressing a son who can barely see over the table, states blindly, \"Nobody shrinks.\" Treehorn doesn"t seem all that bothered that his clothes are hanging over his extremities he just feels someone should know. But the adults he tries to notify brush off his claim as either a ploy for attention or downright bad behavior.Treehorn"s parents, his teacher, and his principal respond (or fail to respond) to his drastically diminishing stature in ways that will ring true to any kid who has tried to convince adults of the existence of fairies, the Loch Ness Monster, or things that go bump in the night. Edward Gorey"s stark, intricately patterned black-and-white drawings are simultaneously quaint and creepy, setting the perfect stage for Treehorn"s tale--a story for any child who has ever felt ignored by grown-ups (in other words, a story for all).