by Margie Palatini
Gritch the Witch (with her traditional pointy hat, broomstick and green fingernails) is all set for a delicious meal of piggie pie. But when she lands at MacDonald's farm she can't find a single pig. After a futile search, Gritch settles for inviting the Wolf home for lunch, with thoughts of a wolf sandwich dancing in her head. The snappy dialogue, with hints of the old children's song ("quack-quacked here, moo-mooed there") and the cleverness of the pigs make this a story that can be read aloud any time of the year.