A Swiss Movement

 

I could no sooner make a clock than shave a peach with a hatchet.  I would need tiny tools, a dish to hold all the little pieces until I could get them all assembled, and I would require great vision and a steady hand, not to mention, I’d need to know what I was doing.

What I’ve never known is where the cheese comes into it.  

Okay, that wasn't my fault.  There was a sprinkle of silly left over from some other story and how it landed here I'm not sure.  I'm fairly sure that actual cheese would gum-up the inner working of a clock.  That would be like having string cheese in the violin section.  Not a sound idea. 

I'll stop now.