I remember this book from my childhood...it was a library book and I have never forgotten it. Especially the house walking around on spindly chicken legs. This was the stuff of vague childhood fears.
I tracked it down for nostalgia's sake and re-read it. What a weird, creepy story. And yet, not that creepy after all. The illustrations were the most unsettling part, in my opinion. But, strangely, I have a certain fondness for this book that has endured. It is innocent enough, with a sweet little girl and an enchanted hedgehog. And it ends happily, which I can't complain about. 😄