The Old Vole

There’s an old soul,
That lives in a hole.
Who just happens to be a vole.
If you aren’t aware of voles, take a moment and express your intelligence and do a search on a Vole. Don’t get distracted and search for a mole. They are different enuf to be deserving of their own Wikipedia pages. I guess by now I could have linked you there. But that’s not for me to know, if you know a vole from a mole.
Ready to start again?

There’s an old soul,
That lives in a hole,
Who just happens to be a vole.
By nature, he’s a nudist but he still likes to wear a stole over his shoulders. He thinks he looks like a movie star. And voles are quite impressed with movie stars. More voles live in the 90210 Zip Code than live in the whole rest of this State. Even the old voles live there. The younger ones have been leaving quietly tho over the county line. They stroll over the knoll and across the poll to live in, of all places, Monrovia. No one is quite sure why. Other than it’s not a place full of old voles.
But I digress.

The old vole in the hole sought the help of another vole named Cole. Cole wasn’t usually very helpful, but he had something the old vole wanted. Cole had the last whole roll of toll house cookies. Voles having such bad eyesight had misplaced the recipe for toll house cookies. As no more were being made the old vole asked Cole what he wanted for the aforementioned cookies.
Cole wasn’t a bad business vole, but he said he only wanted one thing for the cookies. He wanted a kiss.

But I’m not gay, said the old vole.
Did I say you needed to be, asked Cole?
I guess not but why do you want a kiss?
Because I haven’t had one in so long, I’ve forgotten what they feel like. But I remember they were good, and I really want to feel that again.
The old vole understood his goal. He had to kiss Cole.
Not for the cookies, nor for friendship, nor for the control. But for the kindness shown by Cole.

So, he kissed Cole. Really well. Until Cole’s legs wobbled. The old vole really gave him the smooch of a lifetime.
The old vole made sure Cole was still standing and turned and strolled away.
But your cookies, said Cole?
Give them to the next old vole. I don’t need them anymore. And the old vole went back into his hole and slept the sleep of 1000 dreams.

It’s good to be an old vole.