International Dance Day

Me: You and Dave look awfully tired.

Nell: That’s because we are.

Me: Why?

Nell: Ask Gladys.

Me: Gladys?

Nell: Yes. Apparently today is International Dance Day.

Me: How exciting. Well, that explains everything. I thought the llamas had started early.

Nell: Everyone started early.

Me: Oh dear. I must say I did wonder what was going on.

Nell: And whoever gave Princess the cymbals deserves to be talked to very sternly.

Me: She said she needed them for something important. And she asked ever so nicely.

Nell: What possessed you to give them to her? And why did you have a pair of cymbals in the first place?

Me: They were in with all the other instruments.

Nell: You do realise we are going to be inundated with complaints from our neighbours, don’t you?

Me: I suppose it is rather noisy.

Nell: It’s like the carnival at Rio out there.

Me: I absolutely love the costumes. Is that The Cat dancing with a bowl of fruit on its head?

Nell: I don’t want to know.

Me: Just look at Babycakes Gillespie juggling bagels.

Nell: I would rather not. That’s where it all went wrong for David.

Me: What happened?

Nell: David was supposed to be catching them.

Me: Did he drop them?

Nell: No. But he definitely made them disappear. Let’s just say he is feeling more than a little full.

Me: My poor Big Brave Beautiful Boy. So eager to please.

Nell: It’s a shame he has to miss out on the dancing when he loves it so much but you can’t dance with a full tummy.

Me: I wouldn’t worry about that. The dancing isn’t stopping any time soon.

Nell: What do you mean?

Me: The Whippets Institute minibus just arrived and they’re all wearing feathers. Sorry.

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