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Quincy's Dance Lesson - A Modern Fableby Cynthia Williford |
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Quincy wanted to be a dancer, but the other animals laughed at him. After all, they'd never heard of a dancer who liked to wallow in mud. "Pigs don't dance," they'd say, shaking their heads. "What I need is a partner," Quincy decided. "Then no one will laugh. I'm going to visit every farm in this county until I find someone to dance with me. A pig's got to do what a pig's got to do!" He headed out. As he walked along the farm road, he came upon a huge ant mound teeming with ants. "I love the way you move in the grass," Quincy said. "Would anyone here like to dance with me?" The ants laughed. "Ants don't dance, silly pig," squeaked one. "They march." And off they marched, single file, into their mound. Quincy walked some more until he came upon a pond filled with swimming fish. "I love the way you move in the water," Quincy said. "Would anyone here like to dance with me?" The fish laughed. "Fish don't dance, silly pig," burbled one. "They swim." And off they swam to the deepest end of the pond. Next to the pond was a field. Above it, Quincy saw flying geese. "I love the way you move among the clouds," Quincy called to them. "Would anyone up there like to dance with me?" The geese laughed. "Geese don't dance, silly pig," honked one. "They fly." And off they flew through the sky. Quincy sat down in the field and lowered his head. "I'll never find a partner," he said. "Either I dance alone, or I don't dance at all." |
He looked around. He giggled.Why not? A pig's got to do what a pig's got to do! So Quincy danced, right there on the field. He pranced. He twirled. He dipped. He whirled. All around the field. All by himself. And it was wonderful. Soon, one by one, the others came to watch. The ants came out of their mound. The fish poked their heads out of the pond. The geese flew in circles overhead. "Oh, Quincy," everyone said. "What a wonderful dancer you are! Can we dance with you?" Quincy stopped dancing. He smiled. "Someday soon," he promised. "But right now I'm not doing the ant dance, or the fish dance, or the goose dance. Today, I'm doing the pig dance. And it's a solo." With that, he leapt into the air, spun around, and landed in a puddle of mud. "After all," Quincy said with a wink, "a pig's got to do what a pig's got to do." © 2007 |