Ticking Box

A tiny rhythmic click caught my attention from near the floor. Tick, tack, tick? I waddled past the sofa rug, taking steady, quiet steps toward the lower shelf of the wooden stand. There sat a small round clock with a clear face. Inside, slender brass teeth were nudging one another along! I rested my plush paws against the shelf edge, leaning in close. Every time the thin red hand clicked forward, a gentle vibration buzzed against the wood. I bobbed my head right along with the pulses until everything felt perfectly in time.