A long time ago,
the purple otter ventured into the online.
He looked around, sniffed the cyberair
and danced in its freshness.
Soon
(like all good things)
the novelty wore off.
So he curled up in a remote corner of the cloud
and filled it with contented snoring
Many years later,
a fresh smell wafted into his corner.
The otter stirred. He half-opened one eye.
He marvelled at the shiny new World around him.
Time for dancing he thought.