Babar the Elephant – Friend or Freak?

The other night my daughter Elby pulled off of her bookshelf “The Story of Babar” to read as her bedtime story – a welcome respite from the endless recitations of Knuffle Bunny Too, Leonardo the Terrible Monster and a few Richard Scarry books which have been on an endless loop. Let me preface what I’m about to say with the fact that I’ve read Babar before – it was read to me as a child a few million times but I’d also read through it thirty-five years later with my daughter when she was (according to me) too young to fully appreciate it.


Sorry but Babar is a downright weird story; crazy weird. I don’t know if it makes a lot more sense in French and something sane is lost in translation but I find the book disturbing on a more than one level.


The book opens innocently enough: “In the great forest a little elephant is born. His name is Babar. His mother loves him very much. She rocks him to sleep with her trunk singing softly to him.” A mere two pages later mommy is shot dead by hunters while Babar witness the atrocity from a top her back and then Babar must run from the hunters who turn their guns on him! Kind of more suited for a Quentin Tarentino movie if you ask me. I skipped that part while reading it to Elbs and just said that Babar left home to go on an adventure. Unfortunately more unsavory lessons lay ahead.


Babar scampers off to the big city where he sees lots of new things: automobiles, streets and most impressively to him; finely dressed gentleman. Out of nowhere, an old lady “who’s always been fond of little elephants” intuits that Babar wants some new threads and simply hands over her purse. Um, if this woman isn’t one of the original cougars I don’t know who is. Demi, eat your heart out. Need more proof? Cut to: Babar moving in with her. She cooks him dinner every night while he spends his days taking baths, working out and driving her car around the countryside. I quote: “He goes out for an automobile ride every day. The old lady has given him the car. She gives him whatever he wants.” Seriously? Old lady – newsflash – you are getting played! Tell Babar to get a j-o-b! At night Babar hangs around the old lady's friends in his nice new clothes and regales them with stories about life in the great forest. Wouldn’t that get grating after maybe the first night? And what kind of stories would they be? He wasn’t traveling with the Ringling Brother’s Circus. He was running around with no clothes, pooping everywhere, hanging out with monkeys and munching on leaves. That doesn’t seem entirely scintillating to me. But apparently the old lady and her friends couldn’t get enough.


So this goes on for awhile until out of nowhere Babar’s cousins show up and the very first thing Babar notices is not that his long lost cousins are here but that they aren’t wearing any clothes! Babar’s become a clothing snob! Again, I quote: “Babar kisses them affectionately and hurries off with them to buy them some fine clothes.”



OMG grow up! Life is not all rosie and happy and you can't protect your children from everything that could be a little different. You survived! Kids like to be a little scared and maybe think about things being weird or strange.


I *think* the other Babar books aren't so odd, but now know I won't be reading this to my son. ... re old testament stories: My 34 month old son was just recently baptized and he received a toddler Bible as a gift. After reading the story of Moses to him (sent down river in a basket so he wouldn't be killed) my son kept asking my husband and I, "how do you kill babies?" ?!


recently freaked out about Babar myself! somethings are better left in the past.


i remember being terrified of that picture of the elephant king eating the poisonous mushroom, in fact it still creeps me out a bit!


Since you mentioned Richard Scarry, does anyone else find it somewhat disturbing that in his stories he has the cats selling fish but the pigs are often selling some sort of sausage or other pork product?


thank you thank you thank you finally somebody that speaks the truth about the stories these kids are being read. I mean you have to wonder where the author even came up with this stuff what where they read?!! But not just the stories some of the songs that we teach our children my god "Ring around the rosie?" about an epidemic in the depression era that took the lives of thousands of kids. "Rockabye baby?" who puts their kid in a tree when they are fussy?!! I guess this is why we as parents are supposed to "shelter" our children and weed out the bad from the good well thats kinda hard to so when we have to censor their books!!!


Bwahahahahahaha. Oh I love it - I'm not the only person freaking out over cherished stories of our youth. People think I'm nuts when I go off on how awful and wrong Rudolf the Red Nose Reindeer is, but seriously: child born differently, shunned by his own father, forced to hide his 'deformity' for fear of criticism, the God/Jesus figure (Santa) only shows compassion for poor Rudolf when he needs his services... Gross!

Try reading the Old Testament stories to your kids. I've recently become a sunday school teacher and these stories are horrifying....


super freak. Never heard the story and thankfully no one gave us that book. I'd be a lil freaked out too. wow.