music CD for the talent show. We decided that Emma would dance the mouse part for the talent show. And I would be the elephant. Because I am a talented stomper. Every chance I got, I practiced my stomping. I practiced stomping so much that Dad said maybe he would have to send my tap shoes on a long vacation to somewhere very far away. I practiced so much that when the morning of the talent show came, I wasn’t even hardly nervous. On the playground that morning, Emma and I worked on our dance. Even though our tap shoes were in our cubbies, we hummed the music while we tapped on the blacktop near the basketball court. Gus watched us while he swung from the monkey bars. When we were done, he yelled, “Way to go! Do it again, guys!” We tapped again. “Mrs. Herman is going to love this,” Emma said. “I can’t wait until she sees us!” Some other kids gathered to watch. It was kind of fun, having an audience. We tapped and stomped and twinkled. When one of us had a solo part, the other one stood and watched.
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