So what if I’m short.
Pomi loves to dance. And he loves Led Zeppelin. He practices his moves regularly on my desk and it always looks like he is having a lot of fun.
That is why I was surprised when I found him sitting on my coffee table the other day. He had pulled his cap over his face a sure sign that he was unhappy.
“What’s wrong Pomi?”
” Come on. Take off the cap and tell me what’s bothering you!”
” I want to ask you something.”
” Ask away!”
” I am shy.”
” You may be many things but I don’t think shy is one of them.”
” Many things? Like what? ”
” Cute. Creative…”
” And short. I am short and I hate being short.” Pomi started to snivel. “I am too small.”
” That is not true. Your height maybe a bit unusual but one gets used to it.
” See? People have to get used to me. They don’t have to get used to the way you look.” Pomi seemed very unhappy.
” Look my little darling, we’re all used to things being a certain way and the fact that someone or something is different often catches us off guard and usually makes us feel uncomfortable mainly about our own reaction. You know what I am talking about, don’t you?”
” Of course. Every time you walk in on me when I am dancing you catch me off guard! But I don’t act awkward. ” Pomi paused. “Would you like to dance with me?”
” Hahaha.”, Pomi laughed out loud. ” You should have seen your face just now! ” And then he bowed and holding out his little hand he said: “May I have this dance?
Pomi quickly got tired of me not being able to keep up with his pace. I was more than surprised – Tango, Waltz, Cha Cha Cha, Pomi had secretly learned ballroom dancing and now swirled around the room in perfect pose.
So what if he is small. Aren’t small people the better dancers?