Mom’s cuckoo clock has been grinding down for some time. The cuckoo stopped going all the way in or out years ago, and it never kept the right time. For the past few months, the pendulum just randomly stopped pending — or whatever you call what pendulums do. It finally choked on its own winding chain, and stopped completely.
So MomGoth got on the internet and found a replacement. The picture looked the same, but the clock she got is about half as big as the old one, and it has to be wound every day instead of once a week.
Mom says we’ll get used to it in time.
I took a picture of it for you.
That didn’t come out very well, and everybody freaks out when I get on the table, so I asked MomGoth to take a picture from way up there on those long, funny-shaped hind legs that people balance on.Well, the people are welcome to the silly thing. I’ll just sit by the door and look at real birds, thank you all the same.A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Are you allowed to get on the table?