The Obedient Little Wall Clock 3

"Brother, Brother, what happened this morning," That was my younger brother. he came banging on my door very early in the morning, arousing me from my dressing.

"I don't know what you are talking about" I turned to regard him coldly. "What did you say is the problem this morning."

"That clock of yours, I thought it was going to chime the hour at 6 O'clock this morning," his face was oddly drawn, "I am almost late for my appointment. I did not hear the hour ring and I over slept," he tramped into my room and looked at the offending object.

The clock stared back at him unseeingly. The hands hanging out paralyzed. It seemed to have had an epileptic seizure.

"Well," I retorted, " It heard your bitter complaint yesterday and committed suicide. It is dead."
Without another word to me or the clock, He marched out of the room. as he got to the door, he turned to look at me.
"What type of clock is this your clock," the anger was showing on his face, " When you expect it to function properly it will disappoint you, but at its own time, it will be making all the noise."
"My friend," I cajoled him. "You better get your priority set well. Just yesterday, you wanted to have the clock removed,now you are acting as if your life depends on it."
"That's not the case," he sneered. I told you yesterday that I want the clock moved to where I'll be watching it, not for it to go dead."
"Well, it's unfortunate," I picked my briefcase to join him outside. "As you can see, the clock has committed suicide and it's not useful to anyone."
He glared at me, and without saying another word tramped away.

Well, I don't have to tell him that the batteries are dead.