Robo pulled his blanket over his head. He stared at the dusty swing set in his workshop corner.
It didn’t swing. Not without someone to push it. His metal fingers tapped a lonely rhythm on his blanket.
Robo opened the workshop door and stepped into bright sunshine. Birds chirped. Leaves rustled.
The forest stretched ahead like an open playground. Robo waddled toward a fluffy rabbit hopping happy loops around a tree.
Robo dropped his wave and shuffled his metal feet. He thought, nobody wants to play with me.
Nearby, a tiny bird peeked from a hollow branch. Robo stretched his arm up slowly.
The bird fluttered back and hid deeper inside. Robo tried to climb the branch himself — squeak, whirr, CLUNK!
The rabbit and bird watched, then they giggled. The rabbit nudged him free, and the bird landed softly on his shoulder.
The three of them marched back to the workshop. The rabbit pushed the swing, the bird chirped a song.
Robo's gears hummed along — SWING, SWISH, CHIRP, HUM.
Their laughter rang through the sunny forest. SWING, SWISH, CHIRP, HUM — everything felt perfect.
Robo smiled. He wasn't lonely anymore.
