Dolls

"DDH house clearances?" she asked the doorbell ringer.

"Yes, Ma'am, that's our speciality."

"Excellent. It's my late aunt's stuff," she said, "We've sold this house, but the new owners want it unfurnished."

She let him in, glancing at the tiny van parked outside, inscribed "Devon Dolls Houses" on the door.

"Er, there's quite a large amount of heavy furniture to shift."

"No problem, Ma'am, I'll manage."

"Do you copy this old furniture for your miniatures?"

"No, Ma'am, we secretly shrink them by witchcraft."

"Oh... how do you manage to keep that secret?"

"Well, Ma'am," he grinned, "We also require... dolls."