The Ticking Clock
Mr. Gee’s ears perked up at the sound of the ticking time clock.
He held it for another second, another foot step, another block.
Was it a bomb? Would he be blown to smithereens in a bit?
Throw it! A bystander yelled. Toss it in the river! Get rid of it!
But Mr. Gee was the quintessential risk taker. Not ready to unload it.
Someone he trusted had given it to him to take care of, and he would.
An upstander yelled “Save yourself, Mr. Gee!” He was having a fit.
The rabbit held on to it, listening, hoping it was safe, for as long as he could.
BOOM!
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