He arrived at his regular time and the house was dark. It wasn’t usually like that. Then he remembered it was the time of year when they played with the time. They set it up an hour. Or back an hour.

He didn’t know which way they moved it to make the house dark. He didn’t dwell on it.
He wondered about his friend. He always ran up to welcome him.

But he wasn’t there now.

Why won’t they just leave the time alone?” he worried.

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