Wednesday, 3 May 2017

The Whoomins



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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