from one hand to the other.
“Wow, it's magic!” Muko hears his own child's voice
saying. Then he was back in the Department of Collections.
Suddenly an elderly man dashed into the office. He was yelling joyfully:
“I found it! I finally succeeded! Nine, nine, eight, one, zero four.” He paused briefly and continued: “One, zero, four, three, zero, nine, six.”
The children were watching him, fascinated, but it was clear that on the other hand he hadn't seen them. He made a bee- line for the cabinet containing books and started looking through the lower shelves, swiping his finger along the spines and muttering:
“It should be here somewhere.”
But whatever he was looking for wasn't on the lower shelves. He fetched a small ladder and clambered up to the top shelves to look there. He still didn't notice the children.
“Ah,” he finally uttered with deep satisfaction. “Here it
is.” He pulled 'Collection of beautiful numbers' out from