Even the fresh-as-lime Helen Oxenbury pictures can't make more than a sweet, gentle sigh out of the story (story?) of the Diamonds' peculiar housing problem. One night their house blows away, the next evening they improvise with creatures from the zoo where father Diamond works (animals for walls, birds for a roof), the following day the house is found floating at sea--where the Diamonds, with various ingenious adaptations, take up residence. There's absolutely no connection between A and B and C; nonsense, too, requires some internal logic.