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The little robot that could

C has been into being told stories lately, and it's exhausting. (Hmm, I wonder if I could start him off with Whan that April or Of Man's first disobedience and the fruit thereof or even Nel mezzo del camin di nostra vita) But I have some series going, and one of them is the little robot that builds things.

In the first installment, the little robot learned that a clean workplace is a safe workplace after it had to have a new foot welded on. Tonight's chapter had the little robot getting tired of putting all its tools away at the end of each stage of work, and inventing a series of ever-more sophisticated tool-putting-away machines. It was fun because somewhere in there C chimed in, and it was clear he had figured out the progression and knew what was going to happen next. He really is a cute little batsid sometimes.

Now back to the word mines.