[ 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
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[ Since this is the first time this has happened to him Snufkin seems a little perplexed at Arthur's words, although he's been warned enough about the strange tricks of the Forge to have at least a small idea what's happened. ]
Ah ... You mean Moomintroll? [ Snufkin blinks sleepily before shaking his head, brown hair sticking up in all directions. ] Shame on you! He's one of the finest trolls you ever will ever meet, if you don't mind my saying so.
[ His smile is kind, though, and there's a twinkle in those tea coloured eyes. ]
A talking horse would be quite silly, after all.
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A... troll. I've met a troll before, and it certainly didn't look like that.
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[ And there's a curious pause. ]
What do the trolls of your homeland look like?
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