77 THE GRANDMOTHER

CHAPTER 77 THE GRANDMOTHER Roz gazed upon her grandgoslings for the very first time. Her eyes glowed brightly. She sat on the rocks and said in a sweet voice, "Tell me, goslings, what are your names?" One by one, they answered. "Cloudfeather!" "Widestride!" "Quickwit!" "Moontail!" "Lighteyes!" "What splendid names you have!" said Roz. "It's okay if you mix us up," said Cloudfeather. "Yeah, everybody does it," said Widestride. "A nice thing about having a robotic grandmother," said Roz, "is that I will never ever mix you up." The goslings smiled. "I am very different from you," said Roz. "I hope you are not frightened by my appearance." "We're not frightened!" said Quickwit. "Our parents told us all about you," said Moontail.

"We knew you'd be funny-looking," said Lighteyes. The goslings giggled. The robot giggled too. Then the goslings waddled over and started inspecting their robotic grandmother. They checked out her big feet and her long legs and her rounded torso, and they pointed out each dent and scratch on her mechanical body. Quickwit flapped into the air to get a better view of Roz's face, and soon all the goslings were fluttering around her. When they settled, there were two goslings perched on each of the robot's shoulders, and one was perched right on top of her head. Reader, I don't believe any grandmother has ever been happier than our robot was in that moment.

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