André François
George Booth
James Stevenson
animals in New Yorker’s covers
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When the sun has gone down and the town has gone to sleep, the racoon bandits prowl through the night. With masks permanently in play,
They sneak and they creep.
Doing just what they please.
The thieves snatch, run, and escape–always careful not to get caught.
by Johanna Wright
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The unusual story of a little boy who grows littler …More Here
1971, illustrated by Edward Gorey written by Florence Parry Heide
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