Bedtime kids stories. This is a bedtime story all about Dorothy and yes, she’s a doughnut. Dorothy loved dancing. She knew the names of all the dances. The waltz, the tango, the foxtrot. She even knew the monster mash and the jive. But she was a TERRIBLE dancer. It was because of her shape – and her shoes – and she couldn’t change her shape. And she certainly wasn’t going to change her shoes.
DOROTHY THE DANCING DOUGHNUT - BOODLEBOBS EP-02 - BY JO KEMP
BoodleBobs Kids Stories: This is a bedtime kids story all about Dorothy and yes, she’s a doughnut.
Dorothy loved dancing. She knew the names of all the dances – the waltz, the tango, the foxtrot. She even knew the monster mash and the jive.
But she was a TERRIBLE dancer. It was because of her shape – and her shoes – and she couldn’t change her shape (and she certainly wasn’t going to change her shoes).
“OOOOH OOOH… I love to dance!” she sang as she tripped and crashed around.
“I think you should give up dancing,” said Ivy, “You’re such a TERRIBLE dancer!”
Everyone gasped. Everyone knew that Dorothy was a terrible dancer but it wasn’t right to tell her…
…to hurt her feelings like that.
“Maybe you should have a few lessons just now”, said Tina quickly, “You know, polish up your act.”
“Ohhhh! That would be wonderful!” beamed Dorothy and did a sort of pirouette
The next morning, there was a large notice pinned to the door.
Free Dancing Lessons. Quick-Step Inside.
Dorothy burst in excitedly to see all her class-mates identical in their tu-tu’s and their shoes.
“We’re the House Mites,” they chorused and tittered.
“And I’m a doughnut!” replied Dorothy. “A dancing doughnut! Look!”
She bounced and kicked then started to jive. She swerved and tripped, sprang and skipped until she was completely exhausted.
Flushed with excitement, she waited for the thunderous applause…
But there was none. Just a terrible silence until everyone started to cry. Everyone had been squashed, bashed, bruised or broken by Dorothy’s dreadful dancing.
“We came here to dance!” they chorused. “Not be flattened…
…by an elephant!”
“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.
“How about me?” said Roger sidling into the kitchen. In his quest for the limelight, he’d look such a STAR next to Dorothy!
He twirled his mustache and set both eyebrows jiving. Dorothy couldn’t resist.
“You?” she said going weak at the knees.
YOU-HOO!” she quickly recovered and grabbed him!
Poor Roger. From somewhere the music started, or was it just in her head?
And in a cloud of sugar dust, she whirled and swirled and glided.
They danced the Waltz..
Then the Foxtrot..
And into the Time Warp,
To finally the Moonwalk just as the moon came up.
Roger got squashed and bashed and bruised.
He got pushed and shoved and elbowed.
“I could dance forever!” exclaimed Dorothy going into a spin. Faster and faster she pirouetted until finally, she had lift-off.
“Meet me on Cloud Nine,” she flirted as she spiralled out of the window.
“No chance,” muttered Roger feeling his bruises.
“You can keep the limelight!” he called after her as he vamoosed up the path…
In completely the other direction!