"What’s this? It’s not just another piece of junk. Some whim of fate left you here too, didn’t it? … Or something like that. What do you say, eh, Lovey-Dove?"
And so, with that thought, he decided to put it up somewhere nice.
"Hey, Gramps. That thing’s been here for ages, right?" "Sure has, squirt." "… Okay, putting that aside, don’t you wonder how a gust of wind hasn’t knocked it over? Or why it still looks so new? Kinda weeeird…"