The crowd lifted me clear off the ground and cheered! Jenna had a hard time keeping up, but, before anyone could do me harm, she managed to once more take her place at my side.
"Alright, take a seat!" she commanded.
I allowed her to knock me on my tail. She caught hold of my boots and pulled; my paws popped out. My socks were ragged and threadbare, much like the rest of my attire. Silver toes wiggled through well worn holes; their owner once more blushing.
"Oh, you've already got holes in all the right places!" Jenna quipped. "Have you played this game before?" ______________________________________________________________
Blackthorn Publications presents: A Dance Meant for Two: A Short Story
