The story opens with a coat that feels disgruntled at being left as a scarecrow, feeling he’s meant for better things.  When a young man comes strolling along the road, he seems to agree that the coat is too nice to be left in the field, and he puts it on.  The coat takes over from there: the wind catches in its sleeves and carries the man off to a restaurant where he enjoys a fabulous meal, and performs for the patrons in payment, even though he’s never played before.  As the music plays, the brown tones of the opening illustrations begin to fill with color. It’s okay, but I’m not sure I agree that it’s worth of the “short-listed book” award that the Children’s Book Council of Australia gave it.