Cannot Get Stuffed Animals To Dance
Shelly called grandma to furiously complain
I cannot get them to dance, she said with disdain.
Are they not minding you at all? Grandma asked her.
They aren’t even walking, I am pretty sure.
They have to want to dance and perform grandma said.
Maybe they need a nap. Did you put them to bed?
They’ve been on the bed all day, Shelly reported.
But she was happier now, feeling duly supported.
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