The road is blocked by big pink pigs, and there's nothing to do but get out of the car and try to get them to move. But instead of budging, the pigs are joined by chickens, then sheep, then bulls, all equally reluctant to move from the car's path. The whole family gives up in exasperation; Grandma comes up with the perfect words to make everyone hop to: ``TIME FOR SUP!!'' The family piles back into the car, suppressing giggles at Grandma, whose stern facade is now covered in mud. The story is fun, but the language and rhymes make it rollick and roll, to the same rhythm the family car might make, heading down washboard road: ``And he shooed. And he squealed. And he rutted. And he reeled. But the pigs didn't budge. Not a tiny little smudge''--words that precisely convey the conniptions of the brother attempting to rouse the swine. A wonderful frolic in mud and verse, and Plourde's debut. (Junior Library Guild Selection) (Picture book. 4-8)
