Let me tell you about this Grandfather Clock, as it was indeed a Grandfather's clock. Before it was in Ed's house it lived in his Grandfather's house. His Grandfather loved that clock as if it were a person, he loved its chimes, its 'ticks' and its 'tocks' and everything else.

  ?Back in those days you had to wind a clock every week in order for it to keep working. Ed's Grandfather loved winding his clock and when the clock came to Ed's house, Ed started winding the clock like his Grandfather did. Like his Grandfather, Ed loved it too.

  ?The problem was, Ed's Grandfather was stark raving mad! He rarely said anything that made any sense and when he did he talked, non-stop, about his clock. Unfortunately, one day Ed's Grandfather disappeared, just vanished and was never found again! Ed was very upset because he had loved his crazy grandfather and he especially loved talking clocks with him.

  ?After he vanished Ed's parents sold his Grandfather's house. Ed's Grandfather had very few things; well, he had lots of things but not many things that were worth keeping. He had kept every newspaper, every Coke can, every bottle top, every milk bottle and every tube of toothpaste that he had ever owned. He would save them all up and stack them in his spare rooms and cupboards and even in his oven. Out of all of these things the only thing that Ed's parents had kept from the house was the Grandfather clock; which was very lucky for Ed who didn't like the idea of living with all of his Grandfather's junk in his house.

  ?The clock itself was much taller than Ed, it towered above him. It was made out of dark wood and was covered in beautiful carvings. Its chimes would sound every hour, very lightly and musically. A very nice and calming sound that the entire household benefited from.

  ?That wednesday night Ed waited, wrapped in his sheets, until he was quite certain that both of his parents were sound asleep. He swung his little straw legs out of his bed, tip-toed down the hall, not making a sound. Things were so quiet that Ed could even hear his own heart; which was beating very fast. He got to his sister's door and opened it with barely a creak and put his foot on the long and lush fibres of his sister's carpet. His heart started to slow down a little bit.

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  ?Ed closed the door behind him, he could see the clock in the corner of the room, softly 'ticking' and 'tocking' away. He began to walk toward it, his heart beating very slowly now. Then something odd happened.

  ?Ed thought that it should have taken him about four steps to reach the clock but he had taken at least ten without seeming to get any nearer. The clock looked massive to him and he started to feel very small and his heart seemed to be beating very slowly. The carpet seemed to get bigger too, it almost seemed that Ed was sinking into it. He started to notice all of the little individual fibres that made up his carpet, but they didn't seem that little anymore. They seemed big and they continued to get bigger and bigger. So big in fact that they were the size of trees. Ed was in a forest of carpet, each fibre at least twice his size.

  ?'I must be dreaming' Ed thought to himself. The past week he'd been staying up late, listening to the clock, and was very tired. I must have fallen asleep,he thought to himself. His heart was so slow now that it seemed to take about five minutes between each beat.

  ?Still Ed walked on, trying to remember the direction of the clock; he couldn't see it anymore because the carpet was in his way. He started to run squeezing himself in between the fibres of the carpet. He ran on and on, noticing that he wasn't getting out of breath and that his heart was still beating very slowly.

  ?Ed had always thought that the carpet was soft, it had always felt nice on his feet when he'd been in his sister's room before. This time, however, it felt so rough and coarse, like a scouring pad. His arms were covered in scratches and he'd managed to tear his pyjamas a little bit. Why is the carpet so big? he asked himself as he ran. Well maybe it's not that the carpet is big but I'm very small, he thought. Ed felt small, he felt tiny.

  ?Eventually Ed tripped as he tried to squeeze between two fibres of carpet. He hit the ground and rolled and his roll sent him flying head first into something hard. The world went black for a minute and when Ed woke up he saw it.