The Big Wind-Up March

After scampering back inside from the porch as dusk settled, my eyes caught something shiny perched on the dark wood credenza. It was a pair of clattering plastic wind-up chattering teeth! I shuffled over on tiptoes, gripped the tiny white turn-key with both hands, and twisted it with all my might until it clicked three solid times. When I let go, the teeth went wild, chattering furiously and skittering straight across a folded linen napkin! I had to grab my sides from laughing so hard at that goofy rattling clatter.