This story has sentimental value for me. First, because I read it out loud to my college boyfriend one summer when he was suffering a painful case of dysentery. (You probably thought dysentery ended with the Civil War. Nope.) Anyway, I had to stop reading it because it made him laugh so much. Still, I recommend it, especially out loud.
Second sentimental reason is that when I had kids, my father wanted to be called something besides "Grandpa," and I remembered one of the characters in this story is "Papa-daddy," which I always found terribly funny. So I tried to get my daughter to call my father Papa-daddy, but she couldn't pronounce that, and to this day he is called Papa-bunny instead.