It was a bright and sunny morning in Mr. Branstetter’s kindergarten class, and the air was filled with excitement. The students had just learned about farm animals. To wrap things up, Mr. Branstetter had a brilliant idea: the Chicken Dance! Five of his students—Lewis, Maverick, Willow, Liam, and Izzy—lined up in front of the class, feathers ready to fly. Lewis, ever the overachiever, decided he was going to be the best chicken dancer ever, flapping his arms with the ferocity of an eagle rather than a chicken. Willow, meanwhile, got so into the music that she started spinning in circles, clucking like a rooster at dawn.
Izzy, who was more of a graceful ballerina than a chicken, tried her best to keep her flapping elegant, but halfway through, she collided with Liam, who was too busy trying to make his dance moves look like ninja kicks. “Chickens don’t do karate!” Izzy shouted mid-spin, which caused Liam to giggle so hard he fell over. Maverick, the quietest of the group, had spent the whole time trying to avoid the chaos by staying in the back. However, when Liam tumbled into him, Lewis accidentally let out a loud, surprised “BAWK!” that made the entire class burst into laughter.
By the end of the dance, Mr. Branstetter was wiping away tears from laughing so hard. Maverick had somehow lost a shoe, Izzy was still spinning, Willow was trying to help Liam up, and Lewis had now fully embraced his inner chicken, flapping and clucking with gusto. The Chicken Dance had turned into more of a comedy show, but as the music stopped, all five kids took a bow. The class cheered, and Mr. Branstetter knew this was a dance performance no one would ever forget!
