Mousekin's eyes shone with pleasure as he popped his furry head out of the window. He was poking around his new home--a discarded jack-o'-lantern with terrible teeth and triangle eyes.

'That house will never do,' called the phoebe as it flew south. 'The wind will blow, the snow will snow, and chill you through and through,' mumbled the chipmunk, its mouth filled with nuts.

How Mousekin makes the pumpkin his home, startles his friends and scares his enemies, is a lyrical and gentle fantasy laced with nature facts on the habits and life cycle of whitefoot mice.

From the dust jacket