“I am not an elephant”! Said Dorothy indignantly, “I’m a dancer. I’m a dancing doughnut…”
“…a clumsy dancing doughnut!” piped up a squeaky House Mite.
Now that was a horrid, unkind thing to say. Poor Dorothy was so upset.
With a heavy (very heavy) heart, she turned and looked at her reflection in Tina’s teapot. It didn’t help that it made her look even wider than she was.
About three times wider and three times shorter!
“You’re right,” said Dorothy, “I’m just a big clumsy doughnut and I’ll never be able to dance….”
“How about a nice cup of tea, just now” said Tina putting her arms around Dorothy (well that is, as far as she could reach).
Dorothy shook her head. “I just want to dance,” she said, “But they’re right. I make such a mess of it.”
“What you need is a dancing partner,” said Tina.
“But who would want to dance with me?” replied Dorothy.