The Stiff Statue Dance

I scampered across the smooth study desk and bumped right into the lankiest wooden pal! It was standing stiff as a twig on a little metal pole, completely blank-faced. I reached up and gave one round elbow an experimental yank—creeak! The joint pivoted smooth, freezing right in place! My eyes lit up. I scrambled onto its stand, twisting both its knob-shaped shoulders until its wooden fists shot straight into the air like a champion! Then I swung its jointed knee forward into a silly marching step, grabbed its wooden thumb, and gave a hearty high-five. We had the grandest two-person statue dance, and my new buddy didn't drop its pose once!