The Mouse Clock
		" Longer than a week." Wabbit persisted. The clock mender pored the contents of the clock out onto the counter. An odd assortment of cogs, springs, wheels, an old mouse nest and a ginger biscuit rolled out onto the counter. Wabbit turned to Pack. "I apologise." he said in no uncertain manor. The clock mender looked at Pack. " He accused me of pinching it at breakfast." explained Pack. " Well can you mend it." Wabbit ask the clock mender again. The clock menders reply came in the from of a long silence followed by. "Your are not serious."

	" All the bits are there." Pack smiled. " It was the mouse that caused the trouble." " The mouse." the clock mender repeated. " The mouse." echoed Wabbit. " How about a new clock." the clock mender took a clock down from the shelf behind him. " This one is very nice and runs for eight days in on a single winding." He put the clock down on the counter and looked at Wabbit. Wabbit looked at it then at Pack. Pack looked down at his shoes, he had a brown lace in the left one.