A little bell chimed, and the two stared at the mechanical clock admiringly.
"Oh I think you should give it back”, said Caspar earnestly, shaking his head, “this clearly was not meant to be given out by the Brothers of poverty. The bailiff will come and arrest you for possessing such a treasure. No, you cannot keep this, it is not safe.”
“What if I copy it first? I shall pull it apart, bit by bit, and make drawings of its works … and then return it back to Master Murmur on his weekly return.”
“This is a plan that is proper and acceptable, methinks.”
And so Oscar pulled the dainty contraption into pieces, and laid out its cogs and engine, so that he might trace around its little shapes; but when he came to reassembling the beating heart, he just could not get the ratchet to fly.
He looked over his work-bench in case he had left anything out. He tried several times with optimism and then defeat.
It lay dead in his hands. The clocca chimed no more.
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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