The flamenco owl

The flamenco owl

August 8, 2019
The dishevelled little owl has been invited to join flamenco classes! FLAMENCO CLASSES! (In all her history of dishevelment, the little owl would NEVER have imagined, not in her wildest conceptualisation, that such an invitation would tickle her tail feathers so.) If she learns flamenco, will she... will she... learn how to FAN FLICK? Will she be able to snap a fan open and then manipulate it to the music with drama and flair? And will flamenco give her an excuse to STOMP a
ll her day's frustrations into the floor very rapidly, and quite loudly? (Oh, this could be so thoroughly satisfying.) And then there would be swishing, too. Much swishing of exuberantly coloured skirts. The little owl feels she could put her soul into swishing. (She really could.) And she thinks flamenco would be a very STRONG dance. And she likes that concept too. FLAMENCO! (Well... who would have thought.)