Whistling

" Follow me, Ringo! " Bot said. She rolled toward Mount Magma. She was following the bird prints. Ringo ran along behind her.

Rumble! The volcano was getting louder. The air was getting darker.

Ringo was huffing and puffing. He was getting tired.

" Bot! Slow down! " Ringo cried. But Bot didn’t answer. Ringo stopped and looked around. Bot! Where are you?” Ringo called.

Whoopa-tweet! Whoopa-tweet! " Bot, is that you?” Ringo yelled. Whoopa-tweet! Whoopa-tweet! He followed the sound of the whistling.

Whoopa-tweet! Whoopa-tweet! Ringo saw Bot's light ahead.