Corn has ripened in Arnosky's tangible, soft-pastel fields and hazy air. Watched by an owl, a totally charming mother racoon and her two kits move into the field by moonlight, and proceed to wreak havoc, decimating the rows of corn to pull down the ears. No peep from the farmhouse disturbs this revel; the three waddle away, perceptibly fatter. It's another wonderful picture story of wildlife, carefully presented with accurate and loving detail. Perhaps the thin plot is not a source of worry for those paying $13.00, but more seems to have been going on in previous Arnosky books, such as Deer at the Brook or Watching Foxes. What sort of den did the racoons return to? Arnosky has spoiled us in the past.