Jackson, with his shiny robot arms, loved to pretend he was a mighty dragon soaring through the clouds! He would zoom around his room, making whooshing noises, his robot arms flapping like wings. "Look out below!" he'd shout. "Here comes the fire!"
Grandma peeked into his room, her face full of smiles. "Having fun, Jackson?" she asked.
"Tons, Grandma! But it would be even more fun with a dragon's hoard of treasure!"
Grandma chuckled. "Well, we could organize your room and find some lost treasures!"
Jackson loved his toys, but sometimes they got a little bit lost in his room. He liked how Grandma always had a way of making things neat and tidy.
"Okay, Grandma! Let's organize!"
They started with his toy cars. Grandma showed Jackson how to line them up by color. Then, they tackled his building blocks, sorting them by size.
"Wow, Grandma! Look how organized everything is!" Jackson exclaimed, his robot arms whizzing with excitement. "Now my room is like a playground!"
Suddenly, they heard a bark. A small, fluffy dog stood wagging its tail in the doorway.
"A dog!" Jackson gasped. "He must be lost!"
The dog, a playful terrier mix, trotted in and dropped a bright red ball at Jackson's feet.
"He wants to play fetch!" Jackson giggled, picking up the ball.
The dog barked happily and wagged its tail even harder.
"Let's go to the playground, boy!" Jackson shouted, racing out the door with the dog at his heels.
The playground was bustling with kids. Slides shimmered in the sun, swings swayed in the breeze, and the air was filled with the sounds of laughter and happy shouts.
Jackson and the dog zoomed around the playground, the dog chasing after him, barking with glee. Jackson pretended to be a robot, his robot arms whirring as he climbed the monkey bars. The dog sat below, wagging its tail and barking encouragement.
Then, Jackson noticed something strange. Scattered all over the playground were lost toys! A lone teddy bear sat slumped on a bench. A forgotten toy truck lay on its side in the sandbox.
"Look at all these lost toys!" Jackson exclaimed. "We need to organize them!"
With his robot arms working quickly, Jackson gathered all the lost toys. He made a special spot for stuffed animals, lined up the cars and trucks, and even created a little tower for the building blocks.
Soon, the playground was organized, and all the lost toys had a place to stay.
Kids came running over, their faces lit up with joy. "Wow! Our lost toys! Thank you!" they shouted.
Even the dog seemed proud, barking and wagging its tail excitedly.
As the sun began to set, Jackson knew it was time to go home. He gave the dog a big hug. "You're a great friend," he whispered.
Back home, Jackson told Grandma all about the lost toys and how he organized the playground.
"That's wonderful, Jackson," Grandma said, beaming at him. "You see, organizing isn’t just for rooms, it’s for helping others too!"
Jackson, tired but happy, crawled into bed. He knew that even though he had robot arms and dreamed of dragons, organizing was a superpower too. It was the power to help others, make new friends, and even save lost toys!
