ticktock

Ticktock, ticktock went the pendulum of the clock; and the wind moaned as it swept past the window.

Currying Ticktock turned out to be a much bigger job than Jim had anticipated.

Mrs. Meadows and Jean were neutral and puzzled respectively, so Ticktock reserved judgment on them.

Ticktock stopped grazing and looked up inquiringly at his suddenly large audience.

After tying Ticktock to the orchard fence, Jim stepped back and regarded his property with admiration.