A chaotic class trip to the farm is pictured with Kellogg's usual delight in disorder and related backwards, as it were, by a child whose report to her mother gets wilder and wilder as it unwinds: " 'Why were [the pigs] eating your lunches?' 'Because we threw their corn at each other, and they didn't have anything else to eat.'...'What was Jimmy's pet boa constrictor doing on the farm?' 'Oh, he brought it to meet all the farm animals, but the chickens didn't like it.'..." Those who respond to this sort of whipped-up frenzy can trust Kellogg's clever twists to keep the action from flagging.