This morning, a robot was in my kitchen! “What are you doing here?” I asked. “Making a cheeseburger,” he answered. “A cheeseburger?” I asked. “That’s not a
proper breakfast. Why don’t you make cereal?”
The robot beeped. His metal head
spun around, and then he looked at the clock.
“Time for dinner,” he said. “Huh?
It’s 6:30 a.m.!” “No, it’s time for
dinner,” he bleeped in reply. Dad came
downstairs and heard me saying it was morning. Dad laughed. “No honey, it’s
dinnertime,” he said, “I think you forgot it is a weekend, and you slept in
late!” “Oh,” I said.
The End.
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