Milking Shed Clocks

Ring, ring! The big clock in the milking shed chimed.

"Six o'clock," said Suzy. "The short hand points to six, and the long hand points to twelve."

"Time to milk!" said Spike.

The cows plodded into the shed, one by one. Canberra came first, then Lima and Oslo.

Little Thunder watched the clock. Tick, tock. The long hand moved all the way down to six.

"Now it's half past six," said Suzy. "The long hand has gone half way round."

"Milking takes a long time," yawned Little Thunder.

"In one hour it will be half past seven," said Spike. "Then the cows go back to the paddock."

At half past seven, the gate swung open. The cows ambled out to munch the green grass.

"What happens next?" asked Little Thunder.

"Breakfast at eight o'clock," said Suzy.

Little Thunder's tummy rumbled. "Can the clock go faster?"

Spike laughed. "Clocks don't hurry. But the next half hour will go quickly, I promise."

And it did!