Brer Robert is a Master Cleaner

One day Brer Robert was at home in his cottage. A cottage that is small. A cottage that is cosy. He was at home in his cottage doing what he liked best to do, relaxing. Relaxing was hard to do because he was always busy, because he was always moving. He had stopped moving, fidgeting, stirring, shifting, budging and now he was still, relaxing. He was smiling a relaxing smile. A smile of relax. A smile of content. He had just finished cleaning his house, his cottage, cosy and small.
He had woken up early, stretched out a big yawn, prepared for the day, pinned back his ears and set to work.
He cleaned his room first. Under the bed, in the wardrobe, over the bed. Dusting, wiping, cleaning. When his room was clean, clean enough, clean clean, he moved onto the corridor.
Along the long wide path that led out of his room he cleaned, fastidiously. Every dust, grime, sand, dirt particle was wiped away. He was so into his job that he told himself a story, as he went, that followed this line – Captain Robert is strong, kind and handsome. He plows through his chores with ease and charisma. He entertains even the lowliest of minds. He is amazing! No bit of dirt is safe from his destroying path. They run and hide in fear at the mere thought of him. He is the master of clean! Let all who know his name bow down in awe at his cleaning capabilities. The cleanest of all the land. Brer Robert thought this story was particularly good because it had a protagonist in it, a hero. Someone that people can relate to. True, the story had little to no plot, but who needs plot when Captain Robert is the star of the show.
Through the corridor and into the living room he progressed, cleaning, cleaning enough, clean, clean. All the while he thought grandiosely of himself as the heroic and masterful cleaner. After a while he even begun to hum a few bars of what he thought would be a fantastic theme tune for this hero. Humming and smiling, a content cleaner.
When he finished his tidying he paused for reflection at the room around him. He lent against his broom handle and thought of how accomplishing things is satisfying, but perhaps more satisfying if you have a theme tune. His eyes took in his handy work and then drifted out the window. The garden was beginning to bloom and looked beautiful. It was a good garden. But whats this! Are they weeds Brer Robert has spied, and perhaps those trees need pruning. I think this job calls for Captain Robert! And with a woosh and a flurry Brer Robert seized his gardening tools and rushed out to his garden. Captain Robert was here to save the day.