Dancing was never Mag's thing—just like singing. He tried some dance moves and gave up quickly. He took a seat and watched Amy dance, smiling all the while.
Amy had to have got her dancing talent from her mother too. Her dance moves might be childish, but she was a quick learner. She looked so cute dancing with her short arms.
She was learning from a lame dancer right now; her moves would become much better when her teacher was replaced by a 3-D dancer.
The chair was not big enough for the kitten to dance on, so it slid down along a chair leg, ran to Amy, and jumped excitedly around her.
"Ugly Duckling, I think you can eat tofu pudding today," Mag said to his frolicking cat.
"Meow!" the kitten said as it looked back at Mag as if it had understood, its sapphire eyes shining with excitement. It rushed to Mag and brushed its head against his leg.
Amy stopped dancing. "Father, Ugly Duckling can eat tofu pudding now?" she asked, surprised.
