Within the eye were many eyes and each eye had a purpose.
The keeper of the eyes was watchful the eyes didn’t get beyond their station. Order was important. Without the eyes, all working as they should there would be no reflection and without reflection, “Well where would we be?” thought the keeper.
Today he was keen to inspect the eyes in the upper arch. This was the easy part of his job; the bottom arch was always a problem, and the keeper had never been keen on getting himself wet. But the bottom arch needed inspecting at least once a week just to be sure the eyes there were looking back at their counterparts above them.
He busied himself with the arch and noted the green eye at number seven position was looking a little haggard and in need of a clean.
“Just a bit of TLC,” he mused to himself, “everyone and everything needs a little love from time to time.”
Taking his cleaning cloth from his work belt, he applied the necessary eye cream and began to rub vigorously until the eye looked all but brand new.
Overhead he heard a noise as a group of visitors trooped across.
“Doesn’t the reflection look a brilliant green today,” he heard a voice say.
Smiling to himself he gave the eye a final rub before pulling on his goloshes.