A Thousand Dances

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. Have you ever taken dance lessons?

Maybe you know how to do the twist or ballet or the tango or the foxtrot. I’m a fox hound so watch out if you do that.

But I like the fact that there are so many different types of dances. I like the fact that everyone likes different music and different dances.

I like feeling happy and everyone should feel that happy. Everyone should be able to sing loud and proud and even if you can’t dance or sing, you can feel it! No one can stop you from feeling it.

I imagine that if Brickle could dance, well, he would do the waltz.

But I know, I just know, I wouldn’t want to learn any particular dance. Instead, I’ll choose to take different moves from them all and make my own! And I’ll call it Digby’s Thousand Dances. No one will be able to tell me I’m doing it wrong. Because it’s my own dance!

So how about we learn how to celebrate the dance moves that are in us all? We don’t all have to be the same. In fact, I like to switch radio stations and music all the time! Life should be like that too.

Life always changes. We change right along with it. If we had a good move when we were young, well, we may not be able to bend that way anymore.

But that doesn’t mean you can’t learn something new or make it up yourself. Dance like no one is watching. And feel the happy. Turn up the music in your soul!

Deputy Digby Pancake

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The Crazy Truck

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. It’s been awhile since I’ve made an arrest. In my opinion, that’s ok. Because I’m glad I had more energy for this particular arrest. It was a big one.

There’s something to be said about respect. There’s something to be said about realizing you need to show it.

There’s also something to be said about a crazy truck at camp that turns on…and stays on for hours. Day. Night. Night. Day.

At first, I let it go. In fact, the hum of the engine seemed to drown out Digby’s howling. But after about the third time, it was getting to all of us. After the third day, well, it was getting to the persons too. Especially the persons. People would get in. Get out. Get in again. Get out again. Over and over and over.

I wondered how many persons could actually fit in there. I wondered if they would like it maybe if I joined them…

This truck was crazy! It had a mind of its own! I never knew a truck could be so loud for so long. Kinda like Digby.

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I could only guess at what they were doing. Maybe baking some cookies?

Maybe trying to go back to the future. I wish they would have.

But the truck wasn’t the only noisy thing. The attitude behind the noisy truck was loudest of all.

Maybe this truck was crazy and had a mind of its own. Actually, there was no maybe about it. But really, one thing about camping is pretty cool. If you’re irritated with your neighbor, chances are they won’t be your neighbor for long! And so we found our inner peace. Our inner solitude. Even with the crazy truck running.

The truck actually made me wonder. How many times do we infringe on others when we are in our own world? It really made me wonder.

The world is busy and intrusive. Everyone thinks what they have to do is more important than another’s schedule. But it’s possible to live in peace. If we are peaceable. Are we peaceable? Do our attitude and actions convey peace? If not, it’s time to turn off our engine and listen to what we are putting out there.

Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle

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