This morning the chocolate clock appeared to be a trifle agitated…or as agitated as a 6′ column of indestructible chocolate can appear to be. We came downstairs to find it shuffling on its four stumpy feet in the middle of the living room floor, it’s two spiky hands spinning frantically. It’s difficult to imagine that this can be a good thing!
Not unnaturally, our experience of 6′ chocolate clocks is limited…to the point of being non-existent. So what do you do when such a creature begins to act oddly…you run! Which is precisely what we did. We quickly remembered a pressing engagement with The Bleating Sheep (daughter) that required a trip to Fife – far enough away. As we grabbed our jackets it paused in its shuffling…then began to chime.
“Doing… Doing… Doing… Doing… Doing… Doing… Doing… Doing… Doing… Doing… Doing… Doing… … … …
We stopped in our tracks.
That clock face has 13 numbers.
What happened to chime 13? Exactly…nothing happened…just a constant and decidedly threatening whirring sound.
We looked at each other…and bolted for the door.
The chocolate clock was indescribably happy! This was the part of its job that it liked. It had done the tough part and now it was time to…PARTY! It was satisfied that, starting from today, life here would never be quite the same again.
It bent over
pressed the button on the CD player
gave a final triumphant…
…then began trippin’ around the room.