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“Oh!" said Moominmamma with a start, "I believe those were mice disappearing into the cellar. Sniff, run down with a little milk for them." Then she caught sight of the suitcase which stood by the steps. "Luggage too," thought Moominmamma. "Dear me -- then they've come to stay." And she went off to look for Moominpappa to ask him to put up two more beds -- very, very small ones.”

Quote by Tove Jansson

Book:Finn Family Moomintroll
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Finn Family Moomintroll

This book is a classic in children's literature, following the whimsical and endearing Moomintroll and his family through their encounters with various fantastical creatures and magical lands. more

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Tove Jansson
Tove Jansson

Tove Jansson, born on August 9, 1914, and died on June 27, 2001, was a renowned Finnish novelist. Her works are known for their unique style and profound emotions, which have won the hearts of readers worldwide. more

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