H is for Head

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Clockwork Nessie, Part 6

After a few minutes of wrestling the dratted thing into position, I managed to pull myself on the ledge. The beast’s head lay still, so I kept my movements slow and silent.

From two feet away, my eyes confirmed my suspicions. Etched on the side of the beast’s head, just above the hinge for its jaw, was a brass plate that said “Blake-Rankine Automatons”.

My father had built a clockwork driven, steam-powered, self-feeding plesiosaur!

But why?

In his spare time, my father had built many automatons. At first they were mostly to amuse my mother and me, but toward the end of his life, he’d progressed to a much larger and complex scale with his creations. I had no idea he had gone so much farther. To my chagrin, Papa did not approve of my following in his footsteps. In his oft-voiced opinion, women were ill-suited for any sciences other than the domestic sort.

“Did he give you a name?” I leaned in for closer inspection, but found nothing more on the brass plate or the creature’s head, but rivets, bolts and metallic scales.

I sat back on my heels. “Think, Lizzie, think.” If Papa had built this automaton, he’d have had blueprints and plans. Where had he kept them?

“Ewan Blake! What have you made this time?” I imitated the admonishment my mother often delivered.

The creature lifted its head and opened its jaws. Uh-oh.

(To Be Continued)

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4 thoughts on “H is for Head

  1. Oh! Dear! You have to worry when something opens its jaws that wide even if you weren’t already spending time with a bossy friend.

  2. Well I’m guessing if the creature closes it’s jaws, the sight’s not gonna be pretty. 😉

  3. Had to look up the plesiosaur. I’ve seen him before, but didn’t know his name. I guess he doesn’t get as much attention as the T-rex or brontosaurus or others. 🙂

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