Over breakfast the following morning, Mr. Happy told Mr. Quiet that he'd been thinking about his problem.

"I think," he said, "that under the circumstances you'd better stay here in Happyland."

Mr. Quiet's face lit up.

"And," continued Mr. Happy, "We'll find you a house, and " he went on, " a job."

Mr. Quiet's face dropped.

"I'm not very good at jobs," he confessed, "because I'm too quiet."

"Ah," smiled Mr. Happy. "I have the very job for a quiet chap like you!"

And so, the very next day, Mr. Quiet started work.

And he loves it.

Do you know where he works?