|| Summer. What’s Supposed to be The Time of the Year Where everything’s Sunshine and Rainbows.. Just Turned into the Fiery pits of Hell

Joxter would be laying on a Nice big branch on a Nearby Tree. Successfully Managing to Hide from The Sun’s Laser of Death, He had his Arms behind his Head, His Leg crossed Over the Other. He was Humming his Own Tune of Victory

Meanwhile in Other Parts of The Valley.. They were not Looking as Good as Joxter. For Example, The Moominhouse Had all their Windows Open, Yet Nothing could Help, Even Icecream didn’t Help, It melted The Second it was Taken out of the Fridge.

The Waters Burned. It was Warm, Yes. But It BURNED- Like Hell. The Fishes Swam to the Otherside to Not get Roasted Alive, So No Fish Either for Moominvalley.. Sun vs Moominvalley, The Sun is Definitely Winning.

Not even The Plants were Safe, Some Plants Managed to Hold up Against The Heat, But Most of them Died, So Mr Hemulan’s Research Couldn’t be Saved, No one was Safe

Joxter was Though, The Shade of the Not yet Burnt Leaves Covered him, And Luckily, There was atleast One Apple in There, So He could Just Eat it and Doze off to Sleep, Eventually. But Unfortunately for Him, He was too High up in the Tree to be Seen by People on the Ground, So Civilians could Easily Get under the Tree Joxter was In, He didn’t Exactly Like that-

But He Could Hear Gossip Possibly..