The distressed puppy
February 2, 2017
This dishevelled little owl was dancing gafieira and concentrating on following her leader's excellent caminhadas and puladinhos and ganchos and feeling secretly pleased that she had remembered the (complicated) names of any of the (complicated) steps at all when her leader surprised her by saying, "I'm the distressed little puppy." After she had tripped over her own feet and stepped on his toe and bumped into his chest she looked at him carefully and saw a flicker of hurt-light in the very side-most corner of his eyes. Fluffing her feathers a little and concentrating on the picadinhos he was asking her to do (so beautifully) she told him what a wonderful dancer he was (even though he looked as though he didn't believe her). She wondered whether he knew how bright his face was and told him the dishevelled little owl would write a story for the distressed little puppy today... and here it is.