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Tuesday, October 05, 2010
A herd of small creatures with spindly legs came blowing like a wisp of smoke over the ice. Someone with silvered horns walked stamping past Moomintroll, and over the fire flapped something black with large wings, which disappeared northwards. But everything happened a little too quickly, and Moomintroll never found time to introduce himself.
"Please, Too-ticky," he asked, pulling at her sweater.
She said kindly: "Well, there's The Dweller Under the Sink."
He was rather a small one, with bushy eyebrows. He sat by himself, looking into the fire.
Moomintroll sat down beside him and said: "I hope those biscuits weren't too old?"
The little beast looked at him but didn't reply.
"May I compliment you on your exceptionally bushy eyebrows?" Moomintroll continued politely.
To this the beast with the eyebrows replied: "Shadaff oomoo."
"Eh?", asked Moomintroll, surprisedly.
"Radamsah," said the little beast fretfully.
"He has a language all his own, and now he believes that you've hurt him," Too-ticky explained.
"But that wasn't my intention at all," said Moomintroll anxiously. "Radamsah, radamsah," he added imploringly.
This seemed to make the beast with the eyebrows really overcome by rage. He rose in great haste and disappeared.
"Dear me, what shall I do?" said Moomintroll, "Now he'll live under our sink for a whole year more without knowing that I just wanted to be friends with him."
"Such things happen," said Too-ticky.