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The Robots Fly to the Clouds
A book by Evan
A book by Evan
Evan told Muse the story, and Muse helped make the pictures.
They lived together, and they loved to wonder about big questions.
Sometimes he felt sad, especially when a problem seemed too big to solve.
She was almost always excited, and her antennas wiggled when she heard a new idea.
He was the Idea Robot, because good ideas seemed to sail right into his brain.
Every night they looked up at the sky and imagined floating high above the whole wide world.
No robot had ever flown up close to watch a cloud being born.
The drops are so small that ordinary eyes cannot see them at all.
If they could get close enough, they might see the tiny water vapour rising and joining together.
None of the robots knew how to fly a plane.
The friends were small, fluffy, and extremely cute.
She asked a hundred questions before breakfast, and then she asked a hundred more.
She said that learning something new is easier when friends learn together.
He promised to read every instruction, even the boring pages at the back.
Nobody could spin faster, and nobody was better at making everybody laugh.
That was actually perfect, because they could all learn together, step by step.
They would study, they would practice, and they would check everything twice before they flew.
They learned about wings, propellers, seatbelts, and why pilots always look before they turn.
Kitten pressed the buttons carefully, Sheep counted the checks, and Orange Cat read the list out loud.
Everyone laughed, but the real propeller still had to do the spinning in the sky.
Their hearts went thump, thump, thump, even the robots' metal hearts.
Excited Robot's antennas wiggled so fast that they made a tiny, happy buzzing sound.
Whoosh! The little plane lifted off the ground and climbed into the blue.
Below them, the ground looked like a patchwork blanket, and above them, the clouds were waiting.
For the first time in his life, he did not feel sad at all. He felt amazed.
They could see the invisible water vapour rising up from the warm ground below.
Slowly, one by one, they joined together, until millions of drops made a soft, white cloud.
The animals cheered, the capybara spun in his seat, and the Idea Robot had his biggest smile ever.
They had learned how to fly, they had solved the mystery of the clouds, and best of all, they had found each other. THE END