Hickory Dickory Dock

Hickory Dickory Dock

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Patches the Story Dog

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Mouse, a tiny adventurous mouse, scurries across a black-and-white checkered floor, leaving tiny footprints and crumbs behind her, heading toward a tall grandfather clock against a warm yellow wall. In the background, a cozy sunlit kitchen with jars of golden honey on the counter and warm morning light streaming through a window.

Hickory, dickory, dock! Mouse loved to run up the clock. Every morning, she scurried out of her little round mouse hole. She ran across the checkered floor. Pitter-pat, pitter-pat, pitter-pat!

Mouse, a tiny adventurous mouse, climbs up the side of a tall wooden grandfather clock with a round white face and shiny brass pendulum, her tiny paws gripping the carved wood. In the background, a warm yellow wall with jars of golden honey on a nearby counter.

Up, up, up she climbed! The clock went tick, tick, tick. Mouse loved that sound. It was warm. It was steady. It felt like a heartbeat. Tick, tick, tick.

A tall wooden grandfather clock with a round white face and shiny brass pendulum, its hour hand pointing to the number one, with golden sound lines ringing from its top. In the background, a warm yellow wall and the cozy sunlit kitchen.

The clock struck one! BONG! Mouse slid all the way down. Hickory, dickory, dock! She giggled every single time.

Mouse, a tiny adventurous mouse, peeks out of a little round mouse hole at the base of the warm yellow wall, her ears perked up high, her eyes wide, with tiny crumbs scattered near the opening. In the background, the still, sunlit kitchen with the tall wooden grandfather clock standing silent and dark.

But one morning, Mouse woke up. She wiggled her whiskers. She listened. No tick. No tick. No tick. The kitchen was very, very quiet. Too quiet.

Mouse, a tiny adventurous mouse, stands at the base of the tall wooden grandfather clock, looking up at the still brass pendulum, her tiny paws clutched together, her tail curled nervously. In the background, the quiet kitchen with a ticking metronome sitting still on the counter beside jars of golden honey.

Mouse tiptoed to the big clock. The pendulum was not swinging. The hands were not moving. Mouse felt her tummy go tight. Her heart went thump, thump, thump. She felt scared.

Mouse, a tiny adventurous mouse, sits on the checkered floor with her eyes gently closed, her little chest puffed up as she takes a big breath, a soft peaceful look on her face. In the background, warm golden sunlight filling the cozy kitchen.

When something feels scary, it helps to stop. Mouse took a deep breath in. Sniiiiiff. And a deep breath out. Whooooo. In and out. In and out. Can you take a deep breath too?

Cuckoo, a small cheerful bird with bright sunshine-yellow feathers and round orange eyes, pops out of a tiny carved door near the top of the tall wooden grandfather clock, wings spread wide in surprise. In the background, the warm yellow wall of the cozy sunlit kitchen.

Then—POP! A little door on the clock flew open. "HELLO!" shouted Cuckoo. Mouse jumped! Oh my! Cuckoo was small and bright, with feathers like sunshine. "The clock stopped!" said Cuckoo. "I could not come out to sing!"

Mouse, a tiny adventurous mouse, looks up at Cuckoo, a small cheerful bird with bright sunshine-yellow feathers and round orange eyes, who leans down from the little carved door of the tall wooden grandfather clock. In the background, the warm yellow kitchen wall glowing with soft morning light.

"I am scared," said Mouse, in a very small voice. "Me too!" said Cuckoo. "But guess what? Now we are scared together. And that is better." When you feel scared, it helps to ask a friend. Two is braver than one.

Mouse, a tiny adventurous mouse, climbs up the inside of the tall wooden grandfather clock, gripping the wooden frame, while Cuckoo, a small cheerful bird with bright sunshine-yellow feathers, flutters beside her. In the background, the inner workings of the clock—big brass gears and coiled springs in shadow.

"Let's climb up and look inside!" said Cuckoo. Mouse took another deep breath. Sniiiiiff. Whooooo. "Okay," said Mouse. "I will try." Up, up, up they went. Mouse climbed. Cuckoo fluttered. Together!

A cluster of big shiny brass gears and coiled springs inside a wooden clock, with a small brown crumb wedged between two round gear teeth, catching the light. In the background, the dark wooden interior of the tall grandfather clock.

Inside the clock, they found big brass gears. One gear was stuck! A little crumb was jammed right in it. "That is MY crumb!" said Mouse. "Oops." Cuckoo laughed. "Let's wiggle it out!" They pushed. They wiggled. They jiggled. POP! Out came the crumb.

A tall wooden grandfather clock with a round white face and shiny brass pendulum swinging, its hour hand pointing to one, with Cuckoo, a small cheerful bird with bright sunshine-yellow feathers, bursting joyfully from the little carved door at the top. In the background, the warm yellow wall and jars of golden honey glowing in the sunlight.

Tick, tick, tick! The clock began to sing again! The pendulum swung. The hands moved. BONG! The clock struck one! Mouse slid all the way down. Cuckoo popped out her little door. "CUCKOO!" she shouted, so happy and loud. Hickory, dickory, dock!

Mouse, a tiny adventurous mouse, sits contentedly on the black-and-white checkered floor near her little round mouse hole, looking up toward the tall wooden grandfather clock where Cuckoo, a small cheerful bird with bright sunshine-yellow feathers, peeks out from the little carved door with a sleepy smile. In the background, the cozy kitchen bathed in warm golden evening light, with jars of golden honey and a ticking metronome on the counter.

Mouse sat by her little round mouse hole and listened. Tick, tick, tick. The sound was back. Warm and steady. But now she had something even better than the ticking. She had a friend. And tomorrow, they would climb the clock again—together.

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