In the living room the voice-clock sang, Tick-tock, seven o’clock, time to get up, time to get up, seven o’clock!
“”Eight-one, tick-tock, eight-one o’clock, off to school, off to work, run, run, eight-one!” But no doors slammed.
The weather box on the front door sang quietly: “Rain, rain, go away; rubbers, raincoats for today…”Outside, the garage chimed and lifted its door to reveal the waiting car.
The front door recognized the dog voice and opened.
And the voices wailed, “Fire, fire, run, run,” like a tragic nursery rhyme, a dozen voices, high, low.