Ungerer’s nearly wordless 1962 title gets a thorough makeover, with anonymously written answers to the repeatedly posed title question, bright new colors and most significantly, a new format that features folded-over pages with small die-cut holes. Each hole reveals a bit of snail-shell–like curl that turns out to be something else—a wave, a tail, a horn (musical or otherwise), a ringlet of hair—until the snail at last puts in an appearance. Literal-minded readers may be confused by the closing invitation to go back and count the “snails,” as there’s really only the one—but the original’s silliness survives intact, and the new packaging puts on a handsome show. (Picture book. 5-7)
