Henry thinks he talks a lot, but his parents only hear gibberish.  Henry decides to choose a great word, however he has no idea how it will look or sound.  When he cannot find one around his things in the house, he asks some of his outdoor friends.  Neither cat, bird, nor bunny has one for him.  As he looks around for his mother, she is no longer in sight.  How upsetting!  As he worries and begins to cry, the perfect word comes rumbling out, “Mama”!  (Henry uses his first word for everything so perhaps Dada’s feelings won’t be too hurt!)  The illustrations are done in pencil and pastels, a perfect match for this gentle, simple story about one of the first developmental landmarks.