Pantomime watched as all the other robots in the factory danced. He tapped his little metal toe off beat and turned down all the lady-bots that asked him to boogie. Oh, how he yearned to be in the spotlight twisting his metal torso from side to side with the tempo, but the last time he tried he was laughed at and shunned by the others. You see, a mishap at the factory caused poor Pantomime …showed first 75 words of 1316 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1316 total…time. The auto-mechanic had opened his eyes. He needed to make his own waves in the world of dancing in order to be happy. Pantomime felt a sudden confidence that he had never felt before. His choreography, although awkward, was his own and he was proud of it. He looked at the old grizzly auto mechanic, who was still waiting for an answer to his question. "I invented it." smiled Pantomime. "It's called The Robot."