By Elly Niedzviecki
I can tell by your desperate eyes you crave answers. You loathe me for mocking you so. Your disgust for me is so apparent I feel it trails me however far I travel. It hangs over me like the sweeping brim of a floppy-hat. The sense of abandonment that fills your defeated eyes is immense. I beg of you dearest chicken clock. Your distaste for me is almost unbearable.
I understand your clockwork is irreparable, your contented clucks but a faint memory. Alas dearest chicken clock, the only ears your song reached was a younger self. My dearest chicken clock, you yearn for something long since past. Why is that? Do I cherish the time we spent together nonetheless? What kind of monster do you take me for chicken clock, of course! I recall the elegant ticks of your mesmerizing arms fondly.
Chicken clock. I must ask you to control yourself. Screaming absurdities will solve not our dilemma. Now chicken clock, must you take things so far? I never replaced you! I merely changed with the times. We’re just not right for eachother anymore, dearest chicken clock. My grade one school schedule simply didn't require an alarm of any sort.
Of course I forgive you chicken clock, I am glad you have returned to your senses. I completely understand your frustration towards my sudden acquisition of a digital clock. I admit it was unfair of me to leave you like that, out of battery and confused as to what the time was. Thank you dearest chicken clock. I will inquire to see if anyone is in need of your assistance. You mustn't worry. Chicken clocks are in high demand at the moment...