A Snappy Tap Dance with Gerry Giraffe

I hopped right over the porch threshold and landed squarely on a long sheet of clear bubble wrap left beside an open cardboard box. The second my chunky tootsie touched down—SNAP! A crisp little burst echoed off the floorboards! My tail twitched on the spot, and a giant cheeky grin spread across my snout. I stomped my other foot down hard. POP! POP! It sounded just like a miniature snare drum. I couldn't resist breaking into a proper funky shuffle, bouncing from toe to heel and wiggling my hips as I squashed every last pocket into my very own morning beat!