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“i’m a tramp, and i live all over the place,” answered snufkin. “i wander about, and when i find a place that i like, i put my tent and play my mouth-organ.”

“do you like this place?” asked sniff in surprise, looking at the desolation all around them.

“certainly i do,” said snufkin. “look at that black velvet tree with the beautiful grey colors beyond; look at the mountains that are deep purple-red in the distance! and sometimes a big blue buffalo comes to look at himself in the river.”

“you aren’t by any chance— er— a painter?” asked moomintroll rather shyly.

“or perhaps a poet?” suggested sniff.

“i am everything!” said snufkin.