The previous two books varied in quality, but shared a general "bummer" feeling. The Mennyms had faced the prospect of annihilation and had taken it with dignity, if incredulously.
What happened next was their discovery by humans, but only as some beautifully crafted rag-dolls. The heirs to the house the Mennyms had lived in for so many decades were a little put-out by inheriting a house fully furnished and packed to the rafters with things.
As a side-note I would have been thrilled, but most people are not me.
Anyway, a kind-hearted antiques dealer and doll-lover adopts the Mennyms and creates a space for them in the unused apartment above her shop. Then without even the help of an old silk hat, the Mennyms come back to life and must plan out their next move.
A logical end to the series, but somehow unsatisfying.
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