“I’m already four months old!” “I am sorry,” said Roz. “But you cannot go.” Brightbill stomped around the garden and squawked, “This isn’t fair!” “I promise I will take you to see them when you are older,” said the robot. “But I want to go now!” “Please calm down.” “You can’t even fly! I could take off and you wouldn’t be able to stop me!”
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