The Number Dropper

A low wooden desk shelf harbored a rectangular black box with numbers sliced right across their bellies! Squeak! I revved my yarn feet and flutter-scrambled straight up beside the clear casing, pressing my snout to the glossy plastic window. Whirrr-click... and then—SLAP! A black card flicked downward, instantly swapping '23' for '24'! Dramatic breathless freeze! My wings flared wide in pure theatrical shock! The tiny gust of air tickled my ears. Breathless pause... tick, tick, tick. Sixty patient heartbeats later—whirrr, FLAP! Another number snapped home with a crisp rhythmic clack. Official minute-tamer, reporting for duty! #Thecrochetfriends @amigorumisumi_710