Two injured clocks were lying on the clock-maker’s table, unattended. They were trying to alleviate pain by sharing each other’s experience. The one said, “That sinister evening, my master came back from hospital with a gloomy face.
Suddenly, he hurled a flower vase at me yelling, ‘Let me slow down your bloody sound, you devil.’
The other grumbled, 'My owner cared very much for me, but as he heard his wedding had been postponed for three months, he frowned at me and bawled ‘Blast! Your sluggish ticking needs a spur, I suppose’ and hit me hard with his tennis racket.”
Suddenly, he hurled a flower vase at me yelling, ‘Let me slow down your bloody sound, you devil.’
The other grumbled, 'My owner cared very much for me, but as he heard his wedding had been postponed for three months, he frowned at me and bawled ‘Blast! Your sluggish ticking needs a spur, I suppose’ and hit me hard with his tennis racket.”
