Farfetched nonsense about cheerful unflappable Appelard, a farmer who lives (and shares his bed) with a chicken, a cow, a billy goat, and a pig--but who can't plow his field because his old mule blew away in the cyclone of '65. His barn was carried off in the last tornado (hence the living arrangements) and so was Z. P. Zangibus' circus--but one night a rhinoceros from the circus turns up in Appelard's cellar and proves just right for hitching to the plow. Appelard names him Liverwurst because he's a ""rhinosterwurst,"" and there's a lot of trouble--upset farmers' carts, a busted jail, a storm, a flood--before Appelard, his animals, Liverwurst, and Liverwurst's mother hook up with Zangibus and the circus, which constitutes the happy ending. Kellogg does well, in his fashion, by the chaotic crowd scenes, but often his shimmering golden visions and rainbow-colored highlights seem to be on a different wavelength from Mayer's bumptious humor. Strained.