ムーミンパパとニョニョロの部分やでスウェーデン語やなくて英語になっとるから海外好きな婆たちも読めると思うで

At night, when the family was asleep, Moominpappa walked alone down to the shore.
There he saw the hattifatteners gathered in silence, standing in long rows beneath the pale moon.
They were waiting for the storm, waiting for the thunder that would give them power.

Moominpappa felt a strange pull toward them.
They seemed to belong to something larger, something beyond the small concerns of daily life.
They had no words, no smiles, no need for company—yet they were free.
For a moment he wished he could stand among them, wordless and strong, moving only with the storm.

But he also shivered.
They were empty, unreachable, like shadows that could never love him back.
And still, he returned to them, night after night.