Alice returned the rattle to its rightful owner, but a few days later, another brother broke the rattle again. This time, the raven did not come to scare the brothers, and they began to beat each other with all their might. Alice grabbed the broken rattle and ran out of the forest.

After some time, Alice met the White King and told him in detail everything that had happened.

- All of this is very, very interesting, - the King assured her. - The most remarkable thing about the whole story is that, although you know to whom you returned the rattle, we still do not know who the owner is, Tralala or Trulala.
- You are quite right, your majesty, - agreed Alice. - But what are we to do with the broken rattle?
- Nonsense, - said the King. - It's nothing for me to fix it again.

And true to his word, the White King repaired the rattle so skillfully that it became as good as new, and a few days later he returned it to Alice. With trepidation, Alice set off for the forest, fearing that the brothers were still fighting. But by this time, Tralala and Trulala had declared a truce, and Alice found one of them resting under a tree. Alice approached him and asked:

- Which of you does the rattle belong to?

He answered enigmatically:

- The true owner of the rattle lies today.

What are the chances that he was the true owner of the rattle?