The next afternoon Dad picked Phil up from his table, and Mom took Margreth from the wall. The objects were carried to the car.
Oma sat in the back seat, holding Margreth in her lap. Margreth felt water, "Oh Margreth, after all these years, I still miss you. Tell Wilhiem I'll be there soon."
"Were you talking to me, Oma?"
"No, I was talking to the Das Cuckoo."
"I haven't heard it called that for years."
Soon Margreth was on the wall in the new house. Phil, his table, and a couch were the only other objects in the room.
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