The Mouse Clock

Pack and Wabbit tunnelled their way through the tobacco smoke and beer fumes to a table occupied by three empty beer glasses and a well used ash tray. A waiter rushed over to them with the enthusiasm of a man going to the gallows. " What are you having." ask Pack as Wabbit picked up the menu. " Carrot soup, peas, jelly and iced plumb cake." Wabbit suggested. " You've forgotten your glasses again." Pack snatched the menu from Wabbit. "They only do sandwiches." The waiter in the meantime had arrived and hovered like a vulture. " A pint of Guinness and two ham sandwiches for me and a lemonade and a cheese roll for my friend." Pack looked up at the waiter.

	The water made no response, the effort of crossing the room had obviously been too much for him and he had died. " He's asleep." said Wabbit looking carefully at the waiter. " Great Scutterbuckets." exclaimed Pack. " So he is." Wabbit coughed but this had no effect so Wabbit kicked the waiters left leg from under him. The waiter crashed down upon the next table. That woke him up. He dusted cigarette ash from his dickey and looked at Pack and Wabbit accusingly. " I didn't think you allowed dogs in here." said Wabbit.