Mary Kornfield sat at her desk and hoped that the power outage wouldn't last all night. If at least the heating would work. She thought of her brother Mortimer and his magical animals. She must have been sitting in the cozy kitchen of the magical zoo, like Agent Y. Miss Kornfield? Yes, Finja? I don't know if I can do all this. The night is so long, I would really like to talk to my mom. Can we try if the phone still works? But yes, I'm sure your mom is thinking of you right now. I'm sure of that. Me too, Hansi. Then come with me. Okay. Miss Kornfield took Finja to the phone in the teacher's room. The line was still dead. But Miss Kornfield had an idea. What was actually against not spending the night in the classroom, but moving to the teacher's room? All parents certainly tried to call in the Winterstein school uninterrupted. The phone ringing would wake her up immediately when the power was back on. In the classroom, she probably wouldn't even hear it. The children were enthusiastic about their idea. They dragged blankets and pillows and hurriedly set up the night camp. It was already well after 10 p.m., but no one thought of sleeping yet. The End