It Happened to Me
The Clock--Part 2
One day I took my seven-year-old son with me to shop for an electric wall clock for the kitchen and found a whole counter full of them on sale at a discount store. I had trouble deciding which clock to buy. While I grasped one clock in my hand and looked at another, I asked my son which one he liked better.
"The one you're holding with the mouse in it, Mom," he said.
Before his words had sunk in, a real, live mouse jumped out onto the counter and scurried away. I shrieked so loud everyone turned to see what was wrong. I was so embarrassed. I tried to sneak out of the store. Everyone was staring at me. On the way out the door, my delighted son recited Hickory, Dickory, Dock.
Adapted from a first person story by S.K., taken from The Detroit News circa 1980