: In his cluttered workshop which nearly buried the white haired professor Cogsworth; surrounded by gears, cogs and whirring contraptions, he stood. His goggles glinted with reflected light as he adjusted the brass fittings on his latest creation: a bird which could be clockworked to deliver messages. A nearby engine steamed and in the air could be smelled oil, and the tang of rope and metal. He wound up the bird, and as its innards fluttered to life, ready to fight into the sky on its first flight, gave him a satisfied smile.

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