I prefer to think of mindles as rhyming with thimbles.
It’s so much more moominesque that way.
Mmmm mindles appearing suddenly from behing the rose bushes at the bottom of the garden, where did they come from? what did they do there? were there many adventures on their journey? what stories have they to tell?
Let’s all sit down with a nice cup of hot chocolate, light the paraffin lamps, and listen long into the night…