Mean Bouncy Robot didn’t have a lot of friends. The main reason for him not having many friends was that he really liked to hit other robots.
Mean Bouncy Robot hit robots wherever he went. It didn’t matter if he was sitting in robot church, at his robot dining table or in robot Grade 4, if he heard something he didn’t like, he hit the person saying what he didn’t like.
“Class, what is 2 + 2?” Mean Bouncy Robot’s teacher asked one day during math class. Mean Bouncy Robot was the only one to raise a hand.
“5,” he said.
“Sorry, MBR (which was her nickname for Mean Bouncy Robot), but the answer of course, is 4.”
“Noo it’s not,” he said, and wheeled to the front of the room and hit her.
All the other robots in the class asked the teacher if she was ok and then told Mean Bouncy Robot that hitting is not something nice robots do.
“For the thousandth time, I don’t care,” was his response to them and then he hit a little robot that sat beside him.
But instead of crying and yelling, the little robot asked Mean Bouncy Robot if he would be her friend and if he’d like to go over some math problems with her later.
“But I’ll just hit you? Why would you want to hang out with me if I’m going to hit you?”
“Oh, I don’t think you will hit me Mean Bouncy Robot. I think we’ll end up being friends, and I’m sure even you know that friends don’t hit their friends.”
“Even if they tell you you’re wrong?”
“Especially then. Friends help friends, that’s called teamwork.”
After class, Mean Bouncy Robot took up the little robots offer and they went to an ice cream shop to eat ice cream and learn math. The two spent every night for the next year eating ice cream sundaes and learning how to add 2 to 2 and 8 to 9.
Mean Bouncy Robot didn’t hit any robot even once. And he became the best mathematician in all of Robot land.