The Whoomins
One purple morning the first snow began to
fall in the Valley of Lungbarrow. It fell noisily and discontinuously and in a few hours everything
was smudgy and overly complicated.
Whoomintroll
stood in the doorway and watched his whole world settle down to sleep out the
Wilderness Years, as they were to become known. ‘Tonight,’ he thought, ‘We will
sleep for a thousand years and we’ll have the most fabulous dreams.’
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