Moominsummer Madness by Tove Jansson
Authors: Tove Jansson
Tags: General, Fantasy fiction, Fantasy, Juvenile Nonfiction, Classics, Action & Adventure, Family, Juvenile Fiction, Fantasy & Magic, Nature & the Natural World, Friendship, trolls, Moomins (Fictitious Characters), Children's Literature; Finnish, Forests, Foods, Children's Stories; Finnish, Floods
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barrel was there. And the flood wave had bleached the hammock to a really nice colour. Of the whole flood only a small puddle was left near the front steps, a very suitable swimming-pool for Little My.
It was as if nothing had ever happened and as if no danger could ever threaten them again.
But the gravel paths were strewn with sea-shells, and on the porch hung a wreath of red sea-weed.
Moominmamma looked up towards the drawing-room window.
'Darling, don't go inside yet,' said Moominpappa.' And if you do, keep your eyes shut. I'm going to make a new drawing-room suite as much alike the former one as possible. With tassels and red plush and everything.'
'There's no need for me to shut my eyes,' Moominmamma replied gaily. 'I believe the only thing I'm going to miss is a good revolving stage. I think it would be nicer to have mottled plush this time!'
*
In the evening Moomintroll went down to Snufkin's camping place to wish him good night.
Snufkin was having a quiet smoke by the river.
'Everything all right?' asked Moomintroll.
Snufkin nodded. 'Absolutely everything,' he said.
Moomintroll sniffed. 'Have you changed to a new brand?' he asked. 'Reminds me of raspberry leaves. Is it good?'
'No,' replied Snufkin. 'But I smoke it only on Sundays.'
'Oh, yes,' said Moomintroll a little wonderingly. 'It's Sunday, really. Well, cheerio then, I'm going to bed!'
'Yip, yip!' replied Snufkin.
*
Moomintroll returned by way of the brown pool behind the hammock tree. He looked down into the water. Yes, the bangles were there.
He began to search the long grass.
It was quite a long time before he found the bark schooner. The back stay had got entangled in a bush, but it was undamaged. Even the little hatch was in its place over the hold.
Moomintroll walked back through the garden to the house. The evening air was cool and mild, and the dewy flowers had a richer fragrance than ever before.
His mother was sitting on the steps. She was waiting for him.
She was holding something in her paws and smiling.
'Know what I've got?' she asked.
'The dinghy!' said Moomintroll, and burst out laughing. Not because anything was especially funny, but just because he felt so very happy.
It was as if nothing had ever happened and as if no danger could ever threaten them again.
But the gravel paths were strewn with sea-shells, and on the porch hung a wreath of red sea-weed.
Moominmamma looked up towards the drawing-room window.
'Darling, don't go inside yet,' said Moominpappa.' And if you do, keep your eyes shut. I'm going to make a new drawing-room suite as much alike the former one as possible. With tassels and red plush and everything.'
'There's no need for me to shut my eyes,' Moominmamma replied gaily. 'I believe the only thing I'm going to miss is a good revolving stage. I think it would be nicer to have mottled plush this time!'
*
In the evening Moomintroll went down to Snufkin's camping place to wish him good night.
Snufkin was having a quiet smoke by the river.
'Everything all right?' asked Moomintroll.
Snufkin nodded. 'Absolutely everything,' he said.
Moomintroll sniffed. 'Have you changed to a new brand?' he asked. 'Reminds me of raspberry leaves. Is it good?'
'No,' replied Snufkin. 'But I smoke it only on Sundays.'
'Oh, yes,' said Moomintroll a little wonderingly. 'It's Sunday, really. Well, cheerio then, I'm going to bed!'
'Yip, yip!' replied Snufkin.
*
Moomintroll returned by way of the brown pool behind the hammock tree. He looked down into the water. Yes, the bangles were there.
He began to search the long grass.
It was quite a long time before he found the bark schooner. The back stay had got entangled in a bush, but it was undamaged. Even the little hatch was in its place over the hold.
Moomintroll walked back through the garden to the house. The evening air was cool and mild, and the dewy flowers had a richer fragrance than ever before.
His mother was sitting on the steps. She was waiting for him.
She was holding something in her paws and smiling.
'Know what I've got?' she asked.
'The dinghy!' said Moomintroll, and burst out laughing. Not because anything was especially funny, but just because he felt so very happy.
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