Feet can dance.

On Friday, Sean got a part in the school play. He was happy until he learned he would have to do a dance.

"I can't dance," he told his teacher.

"That's OK. We'll teach you"' promised the teacher.

But Sean was still worried.

"You know, Mom," he said on Saturday morning, "I don't think I want to be in the play."

"Why not, Sean?" asked his mom.

"Because I have to dance and I don't know how!"

"Hmm," his mother said. "Well, I believe your feet know how to dance."

"My feet?"

"Yes. I believe your feet were born knowing how to dance. It's your head that's worried."

"Oh, Mom!"

"Spend the rest of the day paying attention to your feet," said Mom. "Tonight you'll know something that you don't know right now!"

Sean shook his head. Mom said some odd things sometimes. Sean called to his dog Sassy and they went outside. Sassy ran around a tree stump. Sean jumped over it.

"Hey, Sassy!" he cried. "Look how high I can jump!"

But Sassy had found a stick. She wanted to play tug-of-war. Sean pulled the stick away. He threw it across the yard. Sassy brought the stick back to Sean, but she wouldn't give it to him.

"Give it here," said Sean. "Give it here!"

He grabbed the stick. Sassy bit down hard on the other end and leaped from side to side. So did Sean's feet.

"Honk!" A car horn sounded. Sean looked up to see his Aunt Kate and Uncle Ed's car pulling into the driveway.

"Corey! Taylor!" he shouted to his cousins, who were sitting in the back seat of the car. As he ran to the car door, Sean noticed how he weaved between the puddles the morning rain had left.

While two-year-old Taylor watched, Sean and Corey took turns shooting baskets. Sean saw how his feet swayed from side to side when he tried to guard Corey and keep him away from the basketball hoop.

Sean was excited when he heard that his cousins would be staying for dinner. His mom said she had something special planned that night, but she woudn't say what it was.

"You'll find out after dinner," was all his mother would say.

Sean finished supper very quickly that evening. He waited impatiently for everyone else to finish, too. While he waited, he drummed his feet on the chair legs. Then he tapped his feet on the floor: drum-drum-drum, tat-tat-tat.

Hey! Sean thought. My feet can make music!

Sean helped clear the table. It was his night to load the dishwasher. As he finished, he heard his mother playing the piano. He ran into the living room. Uncle Ed and Aunt Kate were dancing. Corey was dancing, too!

Almost without thinking, Sean picked up Taylor. He skipped her around the room. Sassy danced, too, and sang along with short little barks.

Sean remembered what his mother had said that morning. She's right! Sean thought as he smiled and moved around the room. My feet do know how to dance!