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The twins soon found themselves in a place familiar to them, unfortunately being the way they were they could hardly do much except sit there and wait for the boy that carried them to wind them up again. No doubt if this were to occur they would be back to their talkative and fictitious selves.

Finally, they each felt the feeling of their key winding them back into life and immediately Dumald started chattering up a storm and Dellia, hardly being unable not to, followed in suit.

Dumald began, “This scarf is ridiculously tight, if it were to choke me anymore I would be dead,”

Dellia continued, “contrariwise, if it were to choke me any further he’d live but I’d die.”

Together they finished, “That’s logic.”

“Logically so, if he dies I die,” Dellia started again.

“but if she dies then we die together.” Dumald finished.

“Unfortunately so, we like the stories we tell,” Dellia continued.

“We like them alive even more so.” Dumald finished.

“So we tell them together,”

“and live them together,”

“and enjoy them together,”

“and without the two of use we can’t do anything together.”

“That’s logic.” The two finished. They looked at each and pulled on the scarf, then finding themselves choking they hugged each other.

“How rude of us,” Dellia started again.

“we have yet to introduce ourselves,” Dumald added.

“we really should,”

“we should,”

“you first.”

“She is Happy,”

“he is Sad.”

“As you have named us,”

“Though contrariwise to ourselves.”

“That’s manners.” Dumald looked at Dellia again, and she at him. After a moment they began pushing each other away, however, finding themselves hardly accomplishing much but banging their heads together they stopped and hugged each other again. Together they looked up at the boy, Dumald started again, “If you think we’re waxworks you ought to pay, you know.”

Dellia continued, “Contrariwise if you think we’re alive you ought to speak to us.”

“That’s logic.”