Moomintroll’s heart gave a bound and he tiptoed softly to the window and looked out. The whistle meant: ‘Secrets!’ Snufkin was waiting under the rope ladder.
I DON'T WANT A LOT FOR CHRISTMAS THERE IS JUST ONE THING I NEED ABD I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE PRESENTS UNDERNEATH THE CHRISTMAS TREE I DON'T NEED TO HANG MY STOCKING THERE UPON THE FIREPLACE SANTA CLAUS WON'T MAKE ME HAPPY WITH A TOY ON CHRISTMAS DAY I JUST WANT YOU FOR MY OWN M
Mama and Papa don't like it when we tell them we're playing the bone breaking game. So we have to call it skateboarding instead so they don't get upset. ☹
Yes, Moomintroll, always waiting and longing. Moomintroll, who sat at home, who waited for him and admired him, and who always told him: Of course you have to feel free. Naturally you must go away. I do understand that you have to be alone at times.
S: Have you had your breakfast yet, Moomin?
M: No, nothing. It’s not the same without Mama.
S: Cheer up, Moomin. You can have this fish. And I’ll come up to Moominhouse and cook it especially for you if you’d like!