SIR DANCE-A-LOT WAS proud the day he became a member of the King’s Royal Guard. He was so proud that he turned a perfect pirouette right there on the spot.
“Ridiculous,” said Sir Snootsby.
“Odds bodkins,” said Sir Crumpet.
“Dancing is for damsels,” said Sir Picklenose.
“Dance-a-lot! No twirling!” barked Captain Crabapple. “And change those shoes.”
“Yes, sir.” Sir Dance-a-lot quickstepped to the changing room. He took off his sparkly, light-as-a-feather dancing shoes and tugged on his heavy armored boots. He clunked back outside.
The knights
