It happens every fall. The leaves from the tall trees that surround her house drift down until the teeny tiny woman's teeny tiny house is buried completely. Inside it's dark and a teeny tiny bit scary, but the resourceful woman has a plan and a few surprises up her teeny tiny sleeve.

Written to be shared through read-aloud or story-telling, the type face indicates where the teller should be whispering and when suddenly s/he should shout - surprising the listeners, even causing them to jump, which puts this book in the realm of jump-tales, so popular at...