A new home for Davy the Robot

continuation:

Towards the end of the way, Davy stopped skipping. He was already tired, I could tell from the yawns that crossed his face every few seconds. "My house is close here," I promised. "We'll be there soon and give you dinner." Davy yawned in response. I was preoccupied with the meaning of what I had said. I had no idea what robots ate; since the robot reform fifteen years ago, I hadn't owned a robot of my own. When we got to my house, I suggested that Davy sit down at the table and wait until the food was ready. While he tried to get on the chair, I looked up online what robots ate.

to be continued...