The Lost Thing Meets the Boy by Jack

I remember oh so many years ago.

 I had been sitting on the golden, yellow beach, I had been there for a millennium, minding my own business and here comes my 1,050,009^th human - mighty short this one. He had just been minding his own business, I presumed he was a potmanner (post man) on vacation or whatever, but something was different. He stopped and jingled my bell. ‘How peculiar,’ I thought and then he started to inspect clockwigger (clock wise)