This is a sympathetic Yiddish version of the comic folktale about a man who complains to a wise man of the hubbub in his home and learns to count his blessings. Here the Rabbi tells the bald, middle-aged father of four to take his chickens, then his cow, and then his wife's poor relations into his house (""What else could I do? The Rabbi has spoken"") so that later, when he is further instructed to move them all out, the family dinner seems blissfully tranquil. ""Shalom. Our home is a paradise now."" Hirsh's black and white line and wash pictures of the man's seesaw treks between the rabbi and his own front stoop alternate with full color scenes of the rising and falling chaos inside the cottage. Librarians seeking to perk up a lagging story hour could do worse.