When the great clock struck tea-time, the streets of Tinkerwick came alive with music only the curious could hear. Beneath the golden arches, Sir Finnigan the Dolphin and Lord Whiskerby the Cat twirled to the rhythm of ticking gears and fluttering hats, their laughter echoing through the crooked lanes. At their feet, young Pip the pup kept time with a wagging tail, convinced this was the finest performance the town had ever seen. For in Tinkerwick, even time itself paused now and then to watch a proper waltz.
