Rar couldn't talk to his brother, because the drawer got closed when Pretty shoved the dresser. It was quiet, but Rar was peaceful just knowing his brother was close.
Lar had been in the drawer. He was tired of the scenery, and wanted to talk to Rar.
Dyson was in the living room, arguing with the cuckoo clock. Dyson thought herself more useful, more important. The clock had no opinion, but thought it fun to get the vacuum riled up. Having kept time in a few households, and seen lots of happenings, she knew that different objects had different talents.
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