“It’s getting dark, dear!” Moominmamma told her love as she was flipping pancakes for dinner.
“And it’s getting cold!” Moominpappa had caught a cold, Moomins can’t stand this kind of cold weather. “Ah choo!”
“Oh my goodness! We’re out of marmalade and pancake powder!” Moominmamma complained. They only had a few pancakes left, without marmalade.
“Actually, papa, why is it snowing outside? It’s the night before Midsummer night!
“I’m not sure, mama.” Moominpappa replied. “It’s just pretty weird!”
The sun had set, darkness came into hills of Moominvalley. The cold snow and white pine trees was not that white than before. The wind blew lik the lady of the cold sang. Night came. Although there were a few Shadows dancing around the the Midsummer Bonfire, the night woods was still lonely, miserable and filled with darkness. The