lick...Clock...Tick...Tock...Click...Ring...Ring!" A bright cheery voice
rang out from the alarm clock, "It's time to wake up!"
Phil rolled over, grunted and pulled the covers
over his head. "Now Phil, you'll be late for school. It's 8:00 A.M.," the clock
insisted.
Phil slowly rolled out of bed and dragged himself
over to the mirror on the edge of his dresser. A sleepy face topped with curly, auburn locks
in disarray started back at him. He squinted, rubbed his eyes and spoke to the mirror,
carefully watching
