"Klipitiklop!" went the clock and a bee squawked outside. I got out of bed and noticed the sun hissing through blinds. Another sizzling, hot day lies ahead, I decide. I knick-knack to the kitchen and open a box of cereal, which greets me with a snort. The fridge hums hymnals everytime I walk by; I get milk out and WHOOSH it into a bowl. My spoon barks at milk and cereal. I eat. I smile. "Klipitiklop!" goes the clock.
