#the miffle is probably just a random creep/skrutt but i thought i'd make it miffle herself lol

[skruttet]

It’s windy in Moominvalley. In the middle of the valley spreads a huge red canvas, appropriately spherical. Under the fabric a basket woven of reeds peeks out.

Someone conjures up a fire, it blows hot air into the balloon. The balloon rises from the grass, soon touches the branch of an apple tree, happily rises higher. Snufkin extends his paw: you get into the basket. The path to adventure leads towards the clouds!

Neighbours hold onto the ropes of the basket, you climb, then the ropes are let go. Snufkin whistles, and so does the wind. Somewhere hidden, little Miffle giggles, sneaks into a smaller hiding place and draws an adventure for herself.

Are you a little nervous? Does the tip of your tail vibrate? Don’t be confused, put down your picnic basket over here. Today we fly and don’t be afraid!

The hot air balloon rises in the wind, the Moomin family shrinks into Midsummer rose trees in their garden. The balloon rises higher, and far below the valley narrows into a floral fabric on a creep’s clothesline. The river’s strong current escapes in a small stream to the sea.

Up here no one is lonely. The swallows are comfortable around friends. The flight of birds is drawn in the air. The adventure goes on as far as you can imagine, even beyond the fences of your dreams.

Eventually we land in a peaceful valley. Let’s meet unknown acquaintances and have a hundred adventures. Let’s spread out a blanket, eat a picnic together. Let’s decide to look for more small wonders. Maybe in summer. Let’s rest for a while, read the clouds in the sky.

The night darkens around crawling bugs. There’s still time for one more fairy tale before the magic of morning.

- Lysti ystävä: Onnellisia sanamatkoja by Paula Nivukoski