“I thought it was another avalanche. This morning it was terrible." "What was?" asked Sniff. "The avalanche, of course," answered the Hemulen. "Quite terrible! Rocks the size of houses bouncing about like hail-stones! My best glass jar was broken, and I myself had to move quite quickly to get out of the way." "I'm afraid we happened to knock a few stones down as we were passing," said Snufkin. "It's so easily done walking on these tracks." "Do you mean to say it was you who made the avalanche?" said the Hemulen. "Well -- yes -- sort of," Snufkin answered. "I never thought very much of you," said the Hemulen slowly, "and now I think even less.”
Book:Comet in Moominland
