The otters scampered up the rocks and climbed onto the big box. Its sides were scraped and dented, and a wide gash ran across its top.
Overlooking the gravesite was the one surviving crate. One of the otters discovered a robot head in a tide pool, and they all dove in and took turns rolling it along the bottom.Īnd then they spotted something else. They spread out and played with robot arms and legs and feet. It made a lovely clinking sound on the rocks, and the otters squeaked with delight. Another brave otter stuck out her paw and flipped the hand over. The biggest otter stuck out his paw, swatted the heavy thing, and quickly jumped back. The gang slowly approached a robot torso. So they cautiously crept over the rocks to take a closer look. And their sparkles caught the attention of some very curious creatures.Ī gang of sea otters was romping through the shallows when one of them noticed the sparkling objects.
They sparkled in the early-morning light. Scattered across the rocks were the broken bodies of four dead robots. The island's northern shore had become something of a robot gravesite. The crate was cracked and crumpled, but the robot inside was safe. It soared through the air, spinning and glistening until it slammed down onto a tall shelf of rock. Soon, more waves were heaving it up out of the water. It followed the same path as the others, but instead of crashing against the rocks, it sloshed against the remains of the first four crates. A robot foot skittered into the waves.Īnd then came the last crate. Robot limbs and torsos were flung onto ledges. It crashed against the rocks, and robot parts flew everywhere. The same thing happened to the next crate. Actually, only four were left, because when that first crate crashed against the rocks, the robot inside shattered to pieces. The cargo ship had been transporting hundreds of them before it was swept up in the storm. Now, reader, what I haven't mentioned is that tightly packed inside each crate was a brand-new robot. The first crate rode to shore on a tumbling, rumbling wave and then crashed against the rocks with such force that the whole thing burst apart. As the crates drifted closer, the soft green shapes slowly sharpened into the hard edges of a wild, rocky island. And then a smudge of green appeared on the horizon. There was only calm water and clear skies and those five crates lazily bobbing along an ocean current. There were no clouds, no ships, no land in sight. One after another, they were swallowed up by the waves, until only five crates remained.īy morning the hurricane was gone.
But as the hurricane thrashed and swirled and knocked them around, the crates also began sinking into the depths. The ship left hundreds of crates floating on the surface. And in the middle of the chaos, a cargo ship was sinking
A hurricane roared and raged through the night. Our story begins on the ocean, with wind and rain and thunder and lightning and waves.
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