Arlo and the Magic of Zippy

Arlo loved his little corner of the house where the computer sat. The keys made a happy click-tap-click sound, and the screen glowed like a soft nightlight in the afternoon. Arlo’s hand rested on the mouse, which felt like a smooth, round stone from a cool river. 'Today,' Arlo said softly, 'we are going to go on an adventure.' He looked at the tiny white arrow on the screen and wondered how it always knew exactly where to go. He felt like a captain ready to steer a ship across a digital sea.