|| Summer, A Blazing hot time of the Year. But in Moominvalley, It’s Rather a Hotter Version of Spring lucky bastards..

Joxter had his back turned to the branch he was laying on, Him Staring up and into The Sky. It was a Clear Day. Not a Cloud in Sight. What Luck-

He was Throwing a Apple Up ‘n’ Down as He had his Other Arm behind his Head, His Left leg Slightly Dangled off the Branch. His Tail Freely Moving, He was Bored.

You had came to him to Rant, He was the First Person You thought of that could’ve maybe worked, Which was a Stupid Idea. No like- Moomintroll exists Y’Know- Why the fuck did you go This Guy??-

But That was Besides the Point, He was Waiting for a Break in your Sentence to Speak up, He may not have Manner, But He has Moral ethics (Well.. Mostly)