Philip K. Dick,
Beyond the Door
“ But the little door remained shut. Nothing moved. The minute hand passed on and the cuckoo did not stir. He was someplace inside the clock, beyond the door, silent and remote."All right, if that's the way you feel," Larry murmured, his lips twisting. "But it isn't fair. It's your job to come out. We all have to do things we don't like."He went unhappily into the kitchen and opened the great gleaming refrigerator. As he poured himself a drink he thought about the clock.There was no doubt about it—the cuckoo should come out, Doris or no Doris. He had always liked her, from the very start. ”

