grown-up people will tell you that it is not moths but moths' children who eat fur but this is only when they are trying to deceive you. when they are not thinking about you they say, "i fear the moths have got at my ermine tippet," or, "your poor aunt emma had a lovely sable cloak, but it was eaten by moths." and now there were more moths than have ever been together in this world before, all settling on the sealskin dwarfs.