Violet is feeling sorry for herself as she kicks through autumn leaves in the wood.

Why me? Why am I always wrong? Why am I so ugly? Why is my brother more popular than me? Why don’t my ‘friends’ include me in their games? Why? Why? Why?

She is surprised when she hears a voice say “I don’t like your whys much” and shocked when she sees who said it. The panther lying, across a branch, in a tree gives her good advice.

She is forced to look at the kind of questions she asks. The trouble is that Violet is never quite sure if she’s going to be eaten or not!

Can she talk her way out of this tricky situation and will she live long enough to learn to ask the right kind of whys?