The Wild Robot

by Peter Brown

so she stood there, motionless, all perfect lines and angles set against the irregular shapes of the wilderness.

As the robot looked out at the island, it never even occurred to her that she might not belong there. As far as Roz knew, she was home.

Performing could be a survival strategy! If the opossum could pretend to be dead, the robot could pretend to be alive. She could act less robotic and more natural. And if she could pretend to be friendly, she might make some friends. And they might help her live longer, and better. Yes, this was an excellent plan.

and everyone would laugh and giggle together. Even Roz laughed. “Ha ha haaa!” said the robot, trying to act natural.

have not grown bigger, but I have changed very much.”

“We’re a strange family,” said Brightbill, with a little smile. “But I kind of like it that way.” “Me too,” said Roz.