Something is troubling the narrator of Fox's tale: ""I'd ride on a 'rot to Kalamazoo but I wouldn't say 'Boo!' to a goose."" He'd ""play with a snake"" if he found one awake, and he'd feed his pajamas to giant piranhas, but he ""wouldn't say 'Boo!' to a goose."" The rhymes are whimsical--he'd also ""gobble up snails from smelly old pails ""--while Miller's three-dimensional, cut-paper collages are startlingly real. The piranhas sport menacing teeth, the trees that cling to a hillside look as if readers could climb them, and the butter that is consumed on the way to Calcutta is a mountain of individual golden slices. In words and art, a delightful mix of nonsense and verve.