Sunlight pooled on Bataa's felt rug. She tripped over her boot and tumbled into the big round clock.
Morning! Bataa stomped her feet. She ate a bowl of buuz and chased a butterfly across the yard.
The clock clicked forward. Bataa grinned and grabbed her toy horse.
Daytime! Bataa built a giant rock tower, and it crashed down.
The clock clicked again. Bataa sighed and kicked a pebble.
Bataa pushed the hour hand to the silver moon. Evening!
She blew out the candle on her plate. The wind rattled the window.
Bataa crawled into her felt bed and pulled the blanket up to her chin.
She slept soundly, one arm draped over the clock.
The golden sun, yellow sun, and silver moon glowed softly in the dark.
The ger's felt walls creaked gently in the night wind.
The golden sun, yellow sun, and silver moon slept together on the wall.
