Bolt and the Broken Swing

In the corner of the park stood an old swing. Its chain was broken, and no child had swung on it for a whole year. Bolt, a small blue robot, walked past it every day on his way to charge his batteries.

One evening, Bolt saw little Hira standing near the swing, looking sad. "I wish I could swing on it," she whispered. "It was my grandmother's favourite swing."