In a town called Whimsyville, loud as a brass bell, lived a child named Sammy, with stories to tell. Sammy loved rockets, dinosaurs, and space, but cried when ABA therapy showed its face.

Sammy didn't care for ABA. He'd say, 'No way! I'd rather play all day!' With a whoosh, zoom, and a colorful bang, he'd imagine faraway lands where space dinosaurs sang.

His mom, gentle as a breeze on a hot summer day, said, 'Sammy, my dear, let's find another way. Perhaps we'll do it together, as a team, to make an adventure, just like in your dream!'

'Adventure, you say? Now that sounds neat! Off to the moon, it's no small feat!' Sammy's eyes sparkled, his heart full of cheer, the thought of an adventure brought him near.

So they built a rocket, shiny and blue, with twinkling stars and planets too. 'Zoom, zoom, whoosh!' they blasted away, into the cosmos where dreams like to play.

In the stars, they met Zoggie, the space pup, who wiggled his tail, all lightning struck. With a bark that echoed through planets near and far, Zoggie shouted, 'Welcome, Sammy! You're a star!'

They explored planets of numbers and shapes, laughed with aliens who danced and made capes. Each ABA task was a cosmic surprise, with sparkles, laughter, and joyful cries.

'Zoom, beep, whirr,' planets full of delight, Sammy felt at ease, everything felt right. ABA was now a game in the sky, with friends, laughter, and endless pie.

Back to Whimsyville, they flew with glee, Sammy shouted, 'ABA therapy is for me!' His mom smiled, hugged him tight, all is well in the world tonight.

So remember, dear friends, when things seem tough, turn them into adventures, you'll feel quite buff. With love, fun, and a bit of flight, everything will turn out just right!