was a wonderful rose-petal pink, promising a fine clear August day.
A new door to the Unbelievable, to the Possible, a new day that can always bring you anything if you have no objection to it.
I am Moominmamma. Turn over and see what Moominpappa has to show you...
MOOMIN-GALLERY
I am Moominpappa, but of course, you all know me by now. Here I am in pensive mood - I wish I knew where that hat disappeared to.
This is Sniff, one of Moomintroll's young friends. A little clumsy sometimes, but means well. After all the Muddler was his father.
A solitary chap, young Snufkin. Quite unlike the Joxter, his father, but with the same independent outlook on life.
I don't quite know what the Groke is doing here. She isn't much use for anything except as an exclamation!
Ha! here is the would-be-philosopher, our old friend the Muskrat, who likes to be left in peace to think - at least that is what he wants us to believe he is doing.
These two are apt to turn up anywhere. Thingummy and Bob - mischievous pair, too fond of pea-shooters and such; but I was young once.
The feminine touch. The Snork Maiden has taken a fancy to Moomintroll, but look what he did for her. Now I remember when I was a boy...
But to proceed. Moomintroll - now there is a chip off the old Moominblock if you like. An eternal reminder of my youth...
As for the Hemulen - why do they wear so much clothing? Must remember to look that up - he is our leading Moominphilatelist and also sound on Moominchology.
So, if you want to read more about these curious but likeable inhabitants of Moominland, you should look at the list of books at the front. I wrote the notes above in 1952, how time goes, and have now added a few more opposite.
Misabel we met that curious summer. How she enjoyed acting in my plays, and changing clothes.
A tremendous big fellow that Hemulen who invaded the valley one winter. One of those terrific do-gooders. Hmm - bit noisy.
Ah, Too-ticky - much addicted to bathing-houses, the sea-side in every particular in fact, and quite a philosopher in a way.
No selection would be complete without Little My. What would we do without her imperturbability - good word, what! good girl, good-bye for now.
A new door to the Unbelievable, to the Possible, a new day that can always bring you anything if you have no objection to it.
I am Moominmamma. Turn over and see what Moominpappa has to show you...
MOOMIN-GALLERY
I am Moominpappa, but of course, you all know me by now. Here I am in pensive mood - I wish I knew where that hat disappeared to.
This is Sniff, one of Moomintroll's young friends. A little clumsy sometimes, but means well. After all the Muddler was his father.
A solitary chap, young Snufkin. Quite unlike the Joxter, his father, but with the same independent outlook on life.
I don't quite know what the Groke is doing here. She isn't much use for anything except as an exclamation!
Ha! here is the would-be-philosopher, our old friend the Muskrat, who likes to be left in peace to think - at least that is what he wants us to believe he is doing.
These two are apt to turn up anywhere. Thingummy and Bob - mischievous pair, too fond of pea-shooters and such; but I was young once.
The feminine touch. The Snork Maiden has taken a fancy to Moomintroll, but look what he did for her. Now I remember when I was a boy...
But to proceed. Moomintroll - now there is a chip off the old Moominblock if you like. An eternal reminder of my youth...
As for the Hemulen - why do they wear so much clothing? Must remember to look that up - he is our leading Moominphilatelist and also sound on Moominchology.
So, if you want to read more about these curious but likeable inhabitants of Moominland, you should look at the list of books at the front. I wrote the notes above in 1952, how time goes, and have now added a few more opposite.
Misabel we met that curious summer. How she enjoyed acting in my plays, and changing clothes.
A tremendous big fellow that Hemulen who invaded the valley one winter. One of those terrific do-gooders. Hmm - bit noisy.
Ah, Too-ticky - much addicted to bathing-houses, the sea-side in every particular in fact, and quite a philosopher in a way.
No selection would be complete without Little My. What would we do without her imperturbability - good word, what! good girl, good-bye for now.
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