The Little Book of Daffodils

“Now, now,” Snufkin told himself. “It could be a coincidence…”A coincidence, that a poem with the exact same title and opening lines as his own work had made its way to publication? Unlikely.Snufkin didn’t have his original copy to compare the stolen poem against. He only enjoyed writing poetry. Afterwards, he never really wanted to revisit it or share it. He just left the old notebook behind somewhere and procured a new one, ready to start again.There was no denying the familiarity, though. After hearing it in Moominpappa’s voice, he couldn’t remember when or where he penned it, but the work was certainly his.That didn’t solve the issue of how this De Hemulton fellow had come to claim it as his own, or why.--A very familiar poetry collection has become popular in Moominvalley.