It's Risky To Talk About One's Most

Everything's Much Too Big Here,' Thought Moominmamma. 'or Perhaps I'm Too Small.

Quite, Quite,' She Thought With A Little Sigh. 'it's Always Like This In Their Adventures. To Save And Be Saved. I Wish Somebody Would Write A Story Sometime About The People Who Warm Up The Heroes Afterward.

Everyone Must Imagine His Own Snakes Because No One Else's Snakes Can Ever Be As Awful.

But That's How It Is When You Start Wanting To Have Things. Now, I Just Look At Them, And When I Go Away I Carry Them In My Head. Then My Hands Are Always Free, Because I Don't Have To Carry A Suitcase.

I'll Have To Calm Down A Bit. Or Else I'll Burst With Happiness