Dancy, a friend made from socks

“I AM THE ATOMIC POWERED ROBOT. PLEASE GIVE MY BEST WISHES TO EVERYBODY.”

There’s Dancy, stomping around with his ears in front of his face. He does this all the time. He flips his long, long ears over the front of his face, until they hit the ground. He can’t even see. Then he brings his curly red tail around the top of his head too, and pretends it’s a laser beam or something. Then he walks all over the room, proclaiming loudly who he is and what he wants to do. Today he is apparently a robot. He’s now repeated that line six times in the time it’s taken me to write this. Yesterday he was “THE LILY OF NEW PHILLY.” I don’t have any idea what that meant. But he wanted everyone to “TAKE A NUMBER, TAKE A SEAT.” Tomorrow he’ll probably be some sort of dinosaur or astronaut. Maybe a dinosaur astronaut.

Hey, Dancy, anything to say your new friends? “YES. TELL THEM I AM THE ATOMIC POWERED ROBOT.” Great. Well, dear friend, here’s the (ahem) atomic…powered…robot.