(At the end of Part 1, we had left O'Cleron as he "felt himself hoisted to a considerable height and then turned on.")
What follows, occurred just within a matter of minutes. O'Cleron relaxed and simply allowed the journey of exploration to unfold.
First came a sense of skimming across furrows, first one and then another. (These furrows were not what one would call deep crevasses.) After transversing the furrows, he skidded directly into a patch of stubble that covered the terrain for what seemed to be forever. O'Cleron had to be oh-so-careful as to not disappear into a gaping hole that presented itself. It was almost too late but he managed to avoid falling in.
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 cautiously nosed his way toward a pinnacle that presented itself just ahead. One or two (maybe three) stiff hairs stuck straight out from its somewhat oily surface. Moving to what he thought to be the front range of the pinnacle, his eyes fell on two, small, closely positioned cave openings. Peering into one of them, O'Cleron wisely made the decision not to go spelunking. More than one small, tantalizing gooey, roughly spheroid balls were lodged just inside the entrance of each dark cavern.
O'Cleron moved on.
Positioned on either side of the looming pinnacle, two clear, azure-blue pools presently came into sight. Each was protected by a bushy brow. Careful not to become entangled in the fringe-like barriers, O'Cleron masterfully avoided stepping into the pools. Then, one pool disappeared, but only momentarily. For an instant, he wondered if he had merely imagined it all. Then, in a blink, the other was gone . . . then it too reappeared like magic. What an amazing world!
The the came for O'Cleron's exploratory adventures to come to a close. He knew his battery wouldn't last forever. He carefully nosed his way into a seemingly wide-open space, free of bristles and caves. He paused for just a moment being careful not to succumb to an urge to lie down somewhere and rest. O'Cleron knew he had to return to his drawer of safety. He found the drawer still open and just wide enough for Little Norelco (oops! O'Cleron) to regain the protection of his cozy abode.
O'Cleron dreamed that night . . . a voice echoed throughout an empty room . . .
Oh Norelco,
so much remains ripe for exploration.
You are the one!
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