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0:22:08 > 0:22:10Hello, I'm Alex.
0:22:10 > 0:22:12Do you like dancing?
0:22:12 > 0:22:16There's lots of music and dance in our bedtime story.
0:22:16 > 0:22:21The story is called Everybody Knows That Goats Don't Dance,
0:22:21 > 0:22:25and it's by Alicia Potter and Ethan Long.
0:22:25 > 0:22:31Not many goats danced the fandango, but George did.
0:22:31 > 0:22:35He danced beneath the fir trees. He danced amongst the heather.
0:22:35 > 0:22:39He danced atop his favourite rock.
0:22:39 > 0:22:43He loved the sound of his hooves. Clip, clip, clippity clop.
0:22:43 > 0:22:46The other goats snickered.
0:22:46 > 0:22:50They snorted, they laughed their tails off.
0:22:50 > 0:22:53Their snickers hurt George's ears.
0:22:53 > 0:22:56Their snorts made his hooves feel heavy.
0:22:56 > 0:22:59Like they'd lost their clip and their clop.
0:23:00 > 0:23:04"I don't belong in this herd," he said.
0:23:04 > 0:23:07"I need to find some dancing goats."
0:23:07 > 0:23:11George imagined all the clipping. He imagined all the clopping.
0:23:11 > 0:23:14He imagined his pick of partners.
0:23:15 > 0:23:20"Some day," thought George, "I'll find my herd."
0:23:20 > 0:23:22His heart fandangoed with hope.
0:23:22 > 0:23:26So, one morning, when the sun was so bright
0:23:26 > 0:23:31and the fields so buttercuppy, George couldn't stop his hooves.
0:23:31 > 0:23:35He danced over the stile, across the pasture
0:23:35 > 0:23:37and past the stream
0:23:37 > 0:23:41until he couldn't hear a single snicker or snort or laugh.
0:23:41 > 0:23:46In a meadow, he came upon a sheep named Liesl.
0:23:46 > 0:23:49"Excuse me," said George,
0:23:49 > 0:23:53"but do you know any goats who dance the fandango?"
0:23:53 > 0:23:56"The fan-what-o?" asked Liesl .
0:23:56 > 0:24:01"The fandango," said George. He showed her a few steps.
0:24:01 > 0:24:04Clip, clip, clippity clop.
0:24:04 > 0:24:08"Nope," said Liesl, "but I yodel."
0:24:08 > 0:24:13"Yodel-eh-he-heee! Yodelly yodelly ho-hoo!"
0:24:13 > 0:24:17"It's no fandango," she said, "but I like it.
0:24:17 > 0:24:21"The head ewe said it turned her stomachs, all four of them.
0:24:21 > 0:24:24"And so I left the flock."
0:24:24 > 0:24:27"Come with me," George said.
0:24:27 > 0:24:31"I'd like the company while I find a new herd."
0:24:31 > 0:24:35"I'd be happy to," said Liesl.
0:24:35 > 0:24:40George and Liesl shambled down ravines and gambolled up hills.
0:24:40 > 0:24:43On the next Alp, they came upon a dog named Max,
0:24:43 > 0:24:45dozing in the shade.
0:24:45 > 0:24:48"Excuse me," said George,
0:24:48 > 0:24:52"but do you know any goats who dance the fandango?"
0:24:52 > 0:24:55"Fan-who?" asked Max.
0:24:55 > 0:24:58"The fandango." George showed him a few steps.
0:24:58 > 0:25:01Clip, clip, clippity clop.
0:25:01 > 0:25:06"No," said Max, "but let me show you something."
0:25:06 > 0:25:10He returned with a strange musical instrument.
0:25:10 > 0:25:14"I play the glockenspiel," said Max.
0:25:14 > 0:25:17Ping ping-a-ling ding!
0:25:17 > 0:25:21"It's no fandango," said Max, "but it suits me."
0:25:21 > 0:25:26"Unfortunately, my shepherd said it distracts the flock."
0:25:26 > 0:25:32"Come with us," George said. "We need some help finding my herd."
0:25:32 > 0:25:35"At your service," said Max.
0:25:35 > 0:25:39George, Liesl and Max, loped through pastures.
0:25:39 > 0:25:44They climbed and climbed and they practised.
0:25:44 > 0:25:46Clip, clip, clippity clop.
0:25:46 > 0:25:49Yodel-eh-he-hoo!
0:25:49 > 0:25:51Ping ping-a-ling ding!
0:25:51 > 0:25:56They encountered many goats, but not one danced the Hokey Cokey,
0:25:56 > 0:25:59never mind the fandango.
0:25:59 > 0:26:02One day, George wandered off, alone and sad,
0:26:02 > 0:26:05to the other side of the hill.
0:26:05 > 0:26:09"There must be something we can do," said Max.
0:26:09 > 0:26:11"Yes," said Liesl, "but what?"
0:26:11 > 0:26:15Liesl and Max thought about all the goats they'd ever met.
0:26:15 > 0:26:19They thought about the most musical beasts they knew.
0:26:19 > 0:26:24"There's you," said Max. "And you," replied Liesl.
0:26:24 > 0:26:28"But we've never danced the fandango."
0:26:28 > 0:26:30George sighed.
0:26:30 > 0:26:36"Will I ever find my herd? Am I destined to dance alone?"
0:26:36 > 0:26:39His hooves felt heavy,
0:26:39 > 0:26:43like they'd lost their clip and their clop.
0:26:43 > 0:26:49But soon, George began to miss more than a dancing partner.
0:26:50 > 0:26:52He missed Liesl and Max.
0:26:52 > 0:26:57Just then, a sound wafted to George's ears.
0:26:57 > 0:27:02It was the sound of hooves. Dancing hooves.
0:27:02 > 0:27:05"Could it be?" whispered George.
0:27:05 > 0:27:09George galloped up, up, up the hill.
0:27:09 > 0:27:12At the top he found...
0:27:12 > 0:27:15..Liesl and Max dancing the fandango.
0:27:16 > 0:27:20"How did you learn to dance like that?" asked George.
0:27:20 > 0:27:23"We watched you so often..." panted Max,
0:27:23 > 0:27:27"We taught ourselves," finished Liesl.
0:27:27 > 0:27:32George, Max and Liesl fandangoed like there was no tomorrow.
0:27:32 > 0:27:35They clip, clip, clippity clopped.
0:27:35 > 0:27:38They yodel-eh-he-hooed.
0:27:38 > 0:27:42They even took turns ping-ping-a-linging,
0:27:42 > 0:27:44on Max's glockenspiel.
0:27:44 > 0:27:48The trio might quite a noise on the buttercuppy hills.
0:27:48 > 0:27:50George sighed.
0:27:52 > 0:27:58"Finally, I've found my herd." he said.
0:27:58 > 0:28:01His heart fandangoed with joy.
0:28:04 > 0:28:08I think George could dance with happiness all night.
0:28:08 > 0:28:10But it's time for bed.
0:28:10 > 0:28:14So, it's time to put away my ballet shoes.
0:28:18 > 0:28:21Night-night. Happy dreaming.
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