The Mouse Clock

	" I fear ." said Wabbit, pouring the contents of the clock onto his plate. " That all is not well." Pack took a slice of toast and began to butter it. " Was that the clock with the mouse in it." Pack looked at the contents of the clock scattered on the table. " Repaired it yesterday." complained Wabbit. " I did'nt know you could repair mice." Pack looked at Wabbit. " There is a shop by the cinema that repairs clocks I'll have to take it in." continued Wabbit. " What are they showing." Pack lifted a small cog off his toast. Wabbit had used the marmalade spoon to shovel the parts back in.