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If you've used our "Crazy Animal Game for Kids" writing prompt at the WritingFix Website-- (mentor text suggestion = Bunnicula by Deborah Howe.)

 

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[Stephanie Ness]

Goats Can’t Dance Ballet

Written by 4th grader Reagan

I have a goat named Bumper.  He’s a white pygmy goat and has a beard. One cold night, when I went to put him away, he asked me if he could use my pink, fluffy tutu; the one with roses on it.  I said, “Sure, but what for?”  He said he was trying to learn ballet.  I laughed at him.  A goat dancing ballet?!  He said he was trying to learn “Swan Lake” and hoped to perform on a stage some day.  Every night, after I put him in his pen, I see him stretching his legs to prepare to dance.  Before he could dance, he asked me for a radio.  I snuck him into the house while Mom and Dad were out. I put on the music for “Swan Lake”.   He tried to balance on his toes but he kept falling over.  When he pranced across the room, he ran smack into the wall.  He couldn’t remember any of the other steps I taught him.  With a bruise on his face, he gave up and decided to learn to play the tuba.