'I'm cold!' cried the Moomintroll. 'I'm lonely! I want the sun back again!'
'But that's exactly why we burn up the great winter bonfire tonight,' said Too-ticky. 'You'll get your sun back tomorrow.'
'My sun,' repeated Moomintroll in a trembling voice.
Too-ticky nodded and rubbed her nose. Moomintroll was silent a long while.
Then he cautiously asked: 'Do you think she'd notice if the garden sofa were there or not?'
'Now listen,' replied Too-ticky sternly. 'This bonfire is a thousand years older than your garden sofa. You ought to feel honoured by its being good enough to be laid on top.'
And Moomintroll said no more. 'I'll have to explain that to the family,' he thought. 'And perhaps there'll be new driftwood and a new sofa on the shore after the spring gales.'

from Tove Jansson, Moominland Midwinter