Moomin spent some time at breakfast explaining his imaginary morning. He’d been pretending that he wrote the Catwings books, and that they were true stories.
He was sitting with the winged kittens of the story, telling them how he had installed translators into their heads that beamed what they said and saw to him. That’s how he could understand cat language, and how he could know just what they were thinking and doing in order to write the stories.
That was impressive and cute, but also a little bit creepy!
Is he going to grow up to be a mad scientist or what?