I generally enjoy Stevenson's screwball stories, but this one fell flat for me. It opens with a great deal of promise- Herb the rabbit feels the need to be in charge of all the things, and gets a wild hair (ahem) about hurricane awareness in the place where he and a lot of other animals live. He bustles around like any minor bureaucrat, making everyone's lives needlessly complex and there are multiple false alarms. This is all delightful, and shows Herb (and his human ilk, by inference) up for the bumbling officious speed bump that he is. The denouement, however, redeems all of Herb's annoying behaviour previous, and sort of negates the anti-authority picture the beginning of the book presents.

In short, this book would have been much more successful without an actual hurricane. ( )