The Mouse Clock

Wabbit found a zebra crossing and as always held his breath while crossing the busy road, he skipped onto the pavement with obvious relief. " You are late." were the words Pack greeted Wabbit with outside the cinema. Pack himself had been somewhat late but fortunately for Pack, Wabbit was even later. " No I am right on time." Wabbit pulled out his large pocket watch. " Quarter past one." " That's wrong." protested Pack. " I didn't miss the buss." Wabbit replied, sticking his nose in the air and waking into the cinema. Pack followed and almost tripped up on Wabbit coming out. " What are you doing." ask Pack. " Almost forgot." Wabbit held up a brown paper parcel.

		Pack followed Wabbit round to the clock menders shop next door. Wabbit gave the door a push, the door was obviously asleep. " It's lunch." said Pack. Wabbit looked at him. " The man from the shop has gone to lunch it says so on the door." Pack pointed to a small hand written note on the door. " I don't think I've had lunch." Wabbit stopped pushing the door. " Lets go to the Duchess and Pig." suggested Pack. Wabbit Licked his finger to see which way the wind was blowing. " I'd rather." he took off his glove and tired again. " Go to the Feather and Floozy." The tips of his ears went a little pink. " Why do you like that place." ask Pack. " Low tables." replied Wabbit.