The guy asked me, “Why are you so happy?”
What the heck? “I’m dancing!” I cried between spins. Or was it between rock steps. Or maybe it was … oh, whatever.
I wondered if I was the only mouse on the dance floor that looked happy
or something. I didn’t think much about
it until I got home. In the shower,
actually. Singing. That’s another story. And oh yes, mice dance. We have our own steps and kicks and spins,
and sometimes we spin on our tails. But
that’s kind of hard to control. Also
another story. I’m sure you’ll be on
pins and needles waiting to hear that one.
Come to think of it, pins and needles are easier than tails, if you’ve
got to be up on something.
So I thought to myself the next morning, “I love to
dance. Didn’t he love to dance? Why was anyone there last night who didn’t
love to dance when They could be some place
else doing whatever it is that they love to do?
Like singing in the shower.”
Life’s just to short to miss doing something that brings the
absolute joy of life out of you.
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