David was staring out of the window. The bear shuffled its alternatives. Real things are good. I don't think Mummy likes time very much. The other day, lots of days ago, she said that time went by her.
Clocks are real.
Mummy has clocks so she must like them. She has a clock on her wrist next to her dial. David started to draw a jumbo jet on the back of his letter. The bear's eyes regarded the boy unflinchingly. You and I are real, David.