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Grandpa-Grumble was very upset. He stamped off to the tent and shouted: "You inside there! Is this a brook or is it a river or is it a stream? Are there any fish in it or not? Why is nothing like it used to be? And when are you coming out to take an interest in things?"
"Soon," Snufkin answered peevishly. He listened anxiously, but Grandpa-Grumble didn't say anything else.
I must go and join them, Snufkin thought. This is no good. Whatever did I come back here for? What have I got to do with them? They know nothing about music. He rolled over on his back, he turned on his stomach, he buried his nose in the sleeping-bag. But whatever he did, there they were in his tent, all the time, the Hemulen's immobile eyes, and Fillyjonk lying weeping on her bed, and Toft who just kept quiet and stared at the ground and old Grandpa-Grumble all confused... they were everywhere, right inside his head, and, what's more, the tent smelt of the Hemulen. I must go outside, Snufkin thought. Thinking about them is worse than being with them.

From MoominValley in November, by Tove Jansson

Tried to keep it friendly, childish and with an autumn feeling, like the book is in some parts (the beginning is all shades of gray tho...). I really loved this part of the book ^^ hahaha! I'm re-reading the moomin books ♥ I highly recommend them.

All characters belong to Tove Jansson and her family
Art is mine ♥ I dun think anyone will steal this xD

Description
Grandpa-Grumble was very upset. He stamped off to the tent and shouted: "You inside there! Is this a brook or is it a river or is it a stream? Are there any fish in it or not? Why is nothing like it used to be? And when are you coming out to take an interest in things?"
"Soon," Snufkin answered peevishly. He listened anxiously, but Grandpa-Grumble didn't say anything else.
I must go and join them, Snufkin thought. This is no good. Whatever did I come back here for? What have I got to do with them? They know nothing about music. He rolled over on his back, he turned on his stomach, he buried his nose in the sleeping-bag. But whatever he did, there they were in his tent, all the time, the Hemulen's immobile eyes, and Fillyjonk lying weeping on her bed, and Toft who just kept quiet and stared at the ground and old Grandpa-Grumble all confused... they were everywhere, right inside his head, and, what's more, the tent smelt of the Hemulen. I must go outside, Snufkin thought. Thinking about them is worse than being with them.

From MoominValley in November, by Tove Jansson

Tried to keep it friendly, childish and with an autumn feeling, like the book is in some parts (the beginning is all shades of gray tho...). I really loved this part of the book ^^ hahaha! I'm re-reading the moomin books ♥ I highly recommend them.

All characters belong to Tove Jansson and her family
Art is mine ♥ I dun think anyone will steal this xD