poem oo3 ❀ [DREAM BROADCAST: 001]
[ At first, all that can be seen is grass. Thick, luscious, vibrant green grass, rolling and stretching right up to the distant feet of the blue-grey mountains that protect the sweet hideaway known as the Moominvalley. It's spring (at least by the looks of it) and the hills are thickly sprinkled with blossoms of red, yellow, blue and purple; there's a shy smattering of pink hidden among the blossoms too, just about the right colour for a blush, and Snufkin is careful to tread around the carpet of living petals as he descends into the valley's basin.
Look-there's the wooden bridge that Moominpapa built across the river, now more a stream; a perfect vantage point for fishing or otherwise wasting the day away under the balmy sun. Tock, tock, tock ... Small brown boots clunk lightly over the sturdy arch as he passes over, a tune on his lips, and in the distance ... ]
Hai-! Snufkin! Sniff, look, Snufkin's here!
[ The Moomin House melts into view in a moment later, all blue wood, red tile and welcoming little windows. Moomintroll is running along the winding path to greet him; ]
Did you bring more stories for us, Snufkin? I can't wait to hear them!
Ye-ah ... it's all he's talked about since he woke up. Make sure y'tell 'em good, okay? I don't think I can stand one more second of his yammering!
[ Moomintroll just shoots Sniff a reproachful glare as Snufkin shakes his head and chuckles. ]
Of course I have some new stories for you, Moomintroll, but you'll have to show a little patience before I tell them to you. Before I do anything else I need to set up my tent and take a short nap-perhaps you would like to help me?
[ Moomintroll is by his side almost immediately, but Sniff seems less than enamored by the idea. He drags his feet and whines, ears drooping over his eyes, and sighs and Sigh aming Sighs: ]
But Moo-min ... I'm so hungry, and I know that Moominmama will be cooking lunch 'round about now ...
Listen, you. D'you want to spend time with Snufkin or not? [ Suffice to say that Moomintroll is getting a little cross: his cheeks are pink with frustration and there's a frown marring his smooth brow. ] He's come all this way to see us and all you can think about is your greedy stomach! It's just not good enough, Sniff, it really isn't.
[ Gently Snufkin places a hand on Moomintroll's shaking shoulder, but the dream fades before he has time to resolve the little argument.
Obviously, poor Snufkin is missing his friends a great deal. ]