Look At The Adventure. A Boat By

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

I Need To Write Down My Observations. Even The Tiniest Ones; They're The Most Important.

It’s Strange,” Moominmamma Thought. “strange That People Can Be Sad, And Even Angry Because Life Is Too Easy. But That’s The Way It Is, I Suppose. The Only Thing To Do Is To Start Life Afresh.

‎''just Think, Never To Be Glad Or Disappointed. Never To Like Anyone And Get Cross At Him And Forgive Him. Never To Sleep Or Feel Cold, Never To Make A Mistake And Have A Stomach-ache And Be Cured From It, Never To Have A Birthday Party, Drink Beer, And Have A Bad Conscience... How Terrible.

It's A Funny Thing About Bogs. You Can Fill Them With Rocks And Sand And Old Logs And Make A Little Fenced-in Yard On Top With A Woodpile And Chopping Block - But Bogs Go Right On Behaving Like Bogs. Early In The Spring They Breathe Ice And Make Their Own Mist, In Remembrance Of The Time When They Had Black Water And Their Own Sedge Blossoming Untouched.