The armadillo follows the less-traveled road: he picks cranberries, stops and smells the flowers, naps in the meadow, and at day’s end passes an overeager hippo sprinting in the other direction. Told with Boynton’s signature charm and unpredictability, But Not the Armadillo is a worthy companion to But Not the Hippopotamus.
Behold the armadillo, with his armadillo nose. That nose can take him anywhere. He follows where it goes.
