Tick-Tock Tumble

I trotted in from the porch to wind down, but look what was perched on the lower bookshelf! A vintage brass winding alarm clock, ticking away like a tiny drum. Naturally, I clambered up a stack of old paperbacks to check the back. Two twisty brass keys were sticking right out! I grabbed the winding butterfly key with both gloves, planted my feet flat against the brass casing, and heaved with all my might. *Creak-click!* The spring wound tight, slipped from my grasp, and spun in reverse with a furious buzz! The sudden vibration bucked me backward, sending me tumbling into a soft wool scarf. What a rhythmic spectacle!