Mr. Smitty stood up on his hind legs!
He was chasing a white moth and he ran and jumped and clasped his hands together to try to perpetrate the moth.
“I knew he could stand up!”
“And dance!”
“So you think you can dance, Mr. Smitty?
[Photo documentation of his dancing on two feet will follow; such documentation was not available at press time (though, admittedly, there is no “press”).
[Photo documentation of his dancing on two feet will follow; such documentation was not available at press time (though, admittedly, there is no “press”).
But documentation is coming, we understand, from a small stable boy who lives in the loft with his brother who tends the sheep…]
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