The first time we met Old Armadillo was in Merry Christmas, Old Armadillo, which School Library Journal honored with a starred review. This time he turns the tables on his friends. (From Boyds Mills Press and available wherever fine books are sold.)
One Halloween, Old Armadillo paused outside his casita to listen to the rattle-clack of the wooden esqueleto as it danced against his gate in the evening breeze. The crisp scent of pine hung in the air. From the tiny village of Santa Rosa in the valley below rose the sound of children’s laughter as they scampered from door to door calling, “¡Queremos Halloween!” Then, pulling a rusty wagon piled high with jack-o’-lanterns, he shuffled down his walkway, stopping here and there to place a few of them at the edges of the flagstones. . . .
from Trick or Treat, Old Armadillo