The Grand Frontier Inspection

I advanced toward the perimeter window. The indoor territory has been thoroughly mastered. It was time to survey the exterior boulevard. A terracotta flowerpot stood stationed near the glass pane, completely barren. Unacceptable. I seized a discarded golden ribbon from the side table and drove forward. I climbed the base of the pot. With absolute conviction, I wrapped the bright ribbon firmly around the terracotta rim. A magnificent ceremonial transformation. I stood tall, staring out across the sunlit sidewalk. The outside world must acknowledge proper order.