I was very frightened and began to scream and call for help, but no one heard me. Screech owls, I thought, and screech owl cries mean death. I was awakened from a deep sleep by a dull sound and started with fright as I heard in the stillness of the night eleven terrifying cries. One night, however, the beloved clock played me a nasty trick. I was very fond of it and never tired of hearing it. When I was a small child there was a cuckoo clock in the hallway across from my bedroom. Translation ©�Lionel Gossman,�CC�BY�4.0 In the well tempered glass-house