Lulu reads \"Giraffes Can't Dance\" by Giles Andrede
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kids. It's little here for Dama story time. Nobody got. Establish out a good bet. Maneuvering. Put on your comfy Tammy. Grab your favorite teddy Nagle in tight. Yes, my damn my family. Your time for dama dama in your free time Me, a story that we're going to read is called Arrest Can't Dance by Kyle's on drayd, read by Lulu. Gerald was a tall giraffe. His neck was long and slim, but his knees were awfully crooked and his legs were rather thin. He was very good at standing still in munching shoots off trees. But when he tried to run around, he buckled at the knees. No. Every year in Africa, they hold a jungle dance where every single animal turns up to skip imprints. And this year, when the day arrived, poor Gerald felt awful sad because when it came to dancing, he was really very bad. The word hog started wilting in the rhinos rock n roll. The lion stands to tangle that with elegant in bold the chips fall did at Chata with a very Latin feel in eight baboons than teamed up for a splendid Scottish riel. Gerald swallowed bravely as he walked toward the floor, but the line Sean him coming in, they soon began to roar. Who look it clumsy Gerald the animals. Austin eared directed dance. Silly fool, Old Gerald. Here's a weird Gerald simply froze up. He was rooted to the spot. They're right. He thought. I'm useless. Oh, I feel like such a Klatt show. He crept off from the dance floor and he started walking home. He'd never felt so sad before show shad and show alone. Then he found a little clearing, and he looked up at the sky. The loan can be so beautiful, she whispered with a shy, exclusively coughter cricket. Who'd seen Gerald earlier on. But sometimes when you're different, you just need a different song. Listen to the swaying grass. Listen to the trees, Toby. The sweetest music is those branches at the breeze. So imagine that the lovely boot is played just for you. Everything makes music if you really want it to. With that, the cricket smile and picked up his violin. Then Gerald felt its body to the most amazing thing. His hoofs had started shuffling, making circles on the ground. His neck was gently swaying in his tail was swishing round he through his legs out sideways. Any swung them everywhere. Then he did a backward Sommerfeldt and locked up in the air. Gerald felt so wonderful. His mouth was open wide. I'm dancing. Yes, I'm dancing. I'm dancing! Harold cried. Then one by one, each animal who had been there at the dance arrived while Gerald booking on and watched him. Quite entrance, they shouted. It's a miracle. We must be in a dream, Gerald still. But Stan, sir, that we've ever ever seen. How do you like their police, General? Tell us how. But Gerald simply twirled around and finished with a bow. Then he raised his hat up and looked up at the moon and stars above. We can all dance, he said, when we find the music that we love, Uh, and Hi, I'm Britney. I worked with Val Clean and Short and library staff only library system, and this is my boxer, Lulu. She's 10 years old and just like you at home, she loves to read a hand, wrote a bad with a good story. Wear so happy he joined us tonight. Can't dance. We hope you'll join us for other lunch stories. For Poggio story time. Sleep tight