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Mr. Beaver threw back his head and hollered, “Trunktap! We could use your assistance!” There was silence. And then three quick taps echoed down from the forest canopy. “Ah, that’ll be him,” said Mr. Beaver, smiling. A very handsome woodpecker swooped into the garden. “You called?” came the woodpecker’s musical voice. “Indeed I did! Everyone, this is my wood-pecking pal, Trunktap. Now, Trunky, we need some tree resin, the really sticky stuff. Can you help us out?” “Of course I can!” said the woodpecker. “You’ve got a perfect pine right here!”
loveee this so much, when you have true friends, they will help you out. lovelovelove that
Roz moved slower than before, and she had a slight limp, but she was back to her old self again, and that was a relief to everyone, especially Brightbill.
“Mama! The other goslings didn’t know that warm air rises. So I found an updraft and we spent the afternoon circling around and around and hardly flapped our wings at all!” “Mama! Did you see that lightning storm today? We knew there was trouble when the wind started blowing from the north, so we flew down to some shrubs and waited for the storm to pass.” “Mama! We just tried to fly in formation! We all took turns at the point, but everyone liked following me the best, so I led most of the time.”
“You were out for a few minutes,” said the gosling as he hugged his mother. “But it seemed like forever to me.”
Spring will soon be here, and we will be together again.”
Roz felt more energized with each passing minute. But she also felt cold. Her joints felt stiff and brittle, and her thinking was slow. So she got up, cleared a spot on the floor, and made a fire.
As we know, the wilderness is filled with beauty, but it’s also filled with ugliness. And that winter was ugly. A devastating cold front had swept down from the north and brought dangerous temperatures and huge amounts of snow. The animals had prepared for winter. But nothing could have prepared the weaker ones for those long nights, when the temperature plummeted and the wind whipped over the island.
“My home is a safe place for all.”
“If you keep the fire alive, it will keep you alive,” explained Roz as she dropped another log onto the flames. “But be careful. Fire can turn deadly in an instant.”
“I am sure he thinks about us,” said Roz. “I think about him all the time.”
but hopefully they’re not too wonderful because I’d like to stay his best friend if possible.”
If I could do it all over again, I’d spend more time helping others. All I’ve ever done is dig tunnels. Some of them were real beauties too, but they’re all hidden underground, where they’re no good to anyone but me.
“Roz, you must have saved half the island with your lodges! And to think we used to call you a monster. I’ll repay my debt to you if it’s the last thing I do.” “Your friendship is payment enough,” said Roz.
“Your friendship really is enough. Friends help each other. And I will need all the help I can get. My mind is strong, but my body will not last forever. I want to survive as long as possible. And to do that I will need the help of my friends.”
“I have seen ninety-three winters, far more than any of you.” Crag the turtle spoke slowly, but everyone always listened to his words. “And I can tell you that the winters have gotten colder, and the summers have gotten hotter, and the storms have gotten fiercer.” “I heard that the ocean has gotten higher,” said Chitchat, “but I don’t see how that could be true I mean where would all that extra water come from?”
global warming
“Perhaps I am simply meant to help others.”
well... sole purpose adanya robot dan AI kan memang untuk mempermudah hidup manusia
The wilderness really can be ugly sometimes. But from that ugliness came beauty. You see, those poor dead creatures returned to the earth, their bodies nourished the soil, and they helped create the most dazzling spring bloom the island had ever known.
The others explained that the snow was early, that we were never supposed to see it, but there it was, piling up around us as we tried to sleep at night. Longneck worried that the weakest geese wouldn’t survive, and he was right. We lost old Widefoot to that very first snowstorm.
Without Longneck, the flock needed a new leader. Everyone wanted me to lead. I didn’t know what to do, so I started by repeating Longneck’s words. I squawked, ‘We are geese, and geese keep going!’ Then I took the point, and the flock spread out behind me.
“I worried that without you around I would be alone again. But I was not alone. In fact, I made new friends, all on my own. I think the other animals might actually like me!”
“I climbed up here once before,” said Roz as the sun’s first rays warmed her body. “I sat on this very rock, looked out at the island, and thought I would always be alone. But I was wrong.” “Are you happy, Ma?” The robot thought for a moment. “I am.” “I’m happy too.” Brightbill closed his eyes and felt the wind and sun.
But Roz had more questions. “Who are the Makers? What is my purpose? Why can I not ask questions?”
Then she closed her eyes and waited for the end to come. But it was not Nettle’s time. Reader, what happened next is hard to believe. You see, the river didn’t fall away beneath Nettle; it tightened around her! Hundreds of fish surrounded the bear! They pressed their faces into her fur. They thrashed their tails against the current. And they slowly pushed her away from the edge. Farther and farther they went, gradually moving upriver, until Nettle’s brother pulled her from the water.
a great reminder of 'if it's not your time, it won't happen'
“Will I ever see you again?” said Brightbill, wiping his eyes. “You are my son, and this is my home,” said Roz. “I will do everything in my power to return.”
Reader, it must seem impossible that our robot could have changed so much. Maybe the RECOs were right. Maybe Roz really was defective, and some glitch in her programming had caused her to accidentally become a wild robot. Or maybe Roz was designed to think and learn and change; she had simply done those things better than anyone could have imagined.
Brightbill had been Roz’s son from the moment she picked up his egg. She had saved him from certain death, and then he had saved her. He was the reason Roz had lived so well for so long. And if she wanted to continue living, if she wanted to be wild again, she needed to be with her family and her friends on her island.
