(What follows, occurred within just a matter of minutes.)
O'Cleron relaxed and simply allowed the journey of exploration to unfold. First came a sense of skimming across endless furrows, first one and then another. Then he skidded directly into a patch of stubble that covered the terrain for what seemed like forever. O'Cleron had to be oh-so-careful as to not disappear into a gaping hole that presented itself almost too late!
Then a flapping protuberance had to be negotiated carefully (a second one was to appear later!) Whoever heard of such a trip!
Then O'Cleron carefully nosed his way toward a looming pinnacle that was just ahead. One or two (maybe three) stiff hairs stuck straight out from its somewhat oily surface. Moving closer to what he thought to be along the front range of the pinnacle, he saw two, small, closely positioned cave entrances. Peering into one of them, O'Cleron wisely made the decision not to go spelunking. More than one tantalizingly small, gooey, roughly spheroid balls were lodged just within each dark cavern.
O'Cleron moved on.
Positioned on either side of the pinnacle, two clear, azure-blue pools came into view - each one was protected by a bushy, overhanging brow. Careful not to become entangled in the fringe-like barriers, he masterfully avoided stepping into the pools. One of the pools suddenly disappeared, but only momentarily. (For an instant, O'Cleron wondered if he had only imagined it.) Presently, the other pool was gone in a blink . . . then reappeared like magic. What an amazing world!
* * * *
The time came for O'Cleron's exploratory escapade to come to a close. He felt his battery power was waning to a low ebb. He carefully nosed his way into a seemingly wide-open space, free of bristles and caves. Pausing for just a moment and being careful not to succumb to an urge to lie down and rest, O'Cleron just knew he had to return to his drawer of safety.
Upon his return, he found the drawer still ajar, as if waiting for his arrival. It was just open enough for Little Norelco (oops! O'Cleron ) to regain the protection of his cozy abode.
O'Cleron had a dream that night . . . a voice echoed through an empty room . . .
Oh Norelco,
so much remains ripe for exploration.
You are the one!
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