The Mouse Clock

	" Is it raining." ask Wabbit as Pack hung up his mack on the hall stand. " No I just like walking round in a wet mack." Pack went into the small kitchen. " I see you have got it back then." he pointed to the clock standing in its old position on the shelf. " Yes, I went out this morning to get some cream cakes so thought I would pick it up at the same time." Wabbit handed Pack a cup of tea. " It's wrong." said Pack. " The clock mender said he couldn't do anything with it as it had died of old age." Wabbit sipped his tea as they both looked at the clock. " Why did you not get a new one." Pack stirred his tea. " I think the mouse is quite happy with this one." Wabbit smiled. " Where's the sugar." " More to the point where are those cream cakes." ask Pack. " O" said Wabbit. " He still hadn't got any."