THE STORY OF THE CLOCKMAKER
re-told and illustrated by Julie Eaton

 The clockmaker was over one hundred years old. His hair was as white as snow.
 
Because he had worked all his life hunched over clocks, he had become a hunchback.

For this reason, the people of the village thought that he was ugly and called him names.

So he lived in his house right at the top of a mountain with all his clocks and he worked all through the day and all through the night.

While he was working all the time, he didn't notice that the hunch on his back started to grow bigger...

...and bigger!

Then one day, when he went out for a walk, the weight of it was so great that his nose almost touched the ground.

That same night, as he was working away, the clocks suddenly stopped ticking. He looked up and saw in the mirror that two little white feathers were pushing their way out through a hole in the back of his nightgown. They then began to grow and they kept on growing.

The old clockmaker looked into the mirror once more and saw that he had two magnificent white wings.

All the clocks started singing, the clockmaker opened a window, looked up at the stars and flew up into the sky.