This was a book from my childhood that left strange marks. It creates a universe where Mickey and friends are attending a rural schoolhouse in say, 1920. One part that really stuck with me was Donald Duck's strange insistence that he didn't need to learn to spell, because when he was grown up, he'd have a typewriter, and it would spell things for him. I remember wondering what such a typewriter would be like.
Anyway, it's a strange book, but clever, and interesting, and well-written, and managing to cover an entire year in a nostalgic world that will always exist.