The following essay explores the significance of Snufkin: Melody of Moominvalley
At the cliff’s rim a small figure waited: a child no taller than a fox, wrapped in a coat patched with maps. She had a wooden boat tucked under one arm and a band of shells braided into her hair. Her eyes were bright like storm lanterns. snufkin melody of moominvalley nspupdate 15
The Moominvalley experience continues to expand with new stories: The following essay explores the significance of Snufkin: