Robot has always wanted a home of his own.
But it’s always so far away, and I can’t go there, so I don’t know what to do.
So I just sit under the tree and look at my house, but it always makes me sad.
That might be why I can't eat apples either.
But the apple might be a poison apple.
But I think Morobotto might actually be starting to enjoy the breeze under the tree.
But maybe the robot would be better off in the basement.
