I remember coming back from school one hot afternoon and noticed that the pendulum on the Grandfather’s clock’ had stopped moving, so i figured it just needed to be wound.
Haven seen pupsy do it all the time, i thought there was nothing to it and i could easily handle it (despite some very stern warnings never to). So i took that key looking thing and wound and wound and wound till the thing was so stiff. I ‘manually’ adjusted the hands to the correct time and whistled off to play football.
What i did not know was that the silly clock was adding 5 chimes to every hour. When my dad got back and he heard the extra chimes he didn’t say anything, but i knew i was in soup.
He allowed me to sleep and next thing i know, i was waking to a stingy sensation on my back.
Cant ever forget that day.
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