'I know--someone can start a story' 'and pass it on to me' 'and then to me' 'and I'll pass it on again!' 'To me.' 'I'll start!'"" And so, because the rain keeps the class indoors and bored, each child adds his bit to the story--of a tyrannosaurus who crashes into Jimmy's kitchen, is found stuck on the stairs by Susan, hops on the bus with Rusty, plops on a seesaw with Stuart, jumps onto Debby's motorbike, and rides a ferris wheel with Barbara and Jimmy and Peggy and Susan and Billy and Alice and Rusty and Stuart and Joanne and Debby and Rachel and Rachel's dog. . . . Tomie de Paola's playfully offhand paper-bag-brown and mauve drawings have a hangloose rainy day feeling--but when you think of the story as the creation of one author instead of thirteen children, you tend to wish Kroll had waited for brisker weather.