An old-fashioned treat--wacky art from Westcott paired with a reassuring and delightful cumulative text by Gray (Little Lil and the Swing-Singing Sax, 1996, etc.) that grows funnier with each reading. A ""wee fat man and a wee fat woman"" live in a ""teeny, tiny house at the bottom of a great green hill."" Their extended family includes eight animals: a goose, a duck, a sheep, a hen, a pig, a dog, a cow, and a cat. A plump skunk tries to join in, but the animals keep their distance. When a rainstorm blows up one night, animal after animal, two by two, beg admittance to the house: ""Honk honk honk,/Quack quack quack,/the rain is pouring/on our feathered backs,"" The woman is welcoming: ""Why, bless your hearts,/such a noise, such a fuss./There's room on the feather bed/for all of us."" The pages become more crowded with hilarious, eye-popping details until the moment when the skunk is admitted to the bed by the drowsy hostess. The result is satisfyingly predictable, making the book a lesson in tolerance disguised as a potential story-hour favorite.