The Playful Ass

In a town filled with jumping jellybeans and wiggly worms, there was a curious donkey who loved to play. He spotted a monkey one day, dancing on a roof, flipping, and wiggling his furry tail. The people laughed and clapped, "Yay, monkey!"

The donkey thought, "Hey, I've got four hooves, two ears, and a big smile. I can do that too!" So, with a grin and a wiggle, he planned his big debut.

The next day, the donkey climbed the rooftop, all excited and ready to dance. He started to hop and prance, but oh no! His dance was more of a stumble and a fumble. The roof began to crack, like a big bowl of cereal without the milk.

The owner of the building heard the noise, like elephants playing drums. He ran out, his hair standing on end, and saw the donkey on the roof, dancing like a wobbly jelly.

"Hey, Mr. Donkey, roofs are for chimneys, not cha-chas!" he cried, grabbing a stick and shooing the donkey down. "Roofs don't like dancing donkeys!"

The donkey was puzzled and sad, his ears all floppy. "But the monkey did it, and everyone laughed. Why can't I?"

The owner scratched his head, and then he smiled, "Well, Mr. Donkey, monkeys can dance on roofs, but donkeys dance in fields. You see, dancing on the roof is a monkey's banana pie, but it's a donkey's carrot cake to dance on the ground."

The donkey blinked, then he laughed. "Oh, I get it! Monkeys have monkey business, and donkeys have donkey doodles!"

And so, the donkey learned a big lesson that day. He learned that being yourself is the best dance of all. And from that day on, he danced in the fields, the donkey dance, all hooves and big, happy smiles. And everyone clapped and cheered, "Yay, donkey!"

And whenever someone tried to be something they're not, people in the town would say, "Remember the donkey's dance," and they would all laugh and be happy, just being themselves. Because being yourself is the best pie, cake, and dance all rolled into one!

Under a sky, big and blue,
A curious ass came into view.
He saw a monkey, quick and spry,
Dancing on a rooftop high.

The monkey danced, all did cheer,
His moves so graceful, full of cheer.
Watching closely, the ass did muse,
"Maybe I can dance like that too!"

But when he tried to jump and play,
His heavy steps led him astray.
Tiles broke, the roof did moan,
His dance turned into a clumsy zone.

Out came the owner, face so stern,
Seeing the damage, concern did churn.
He shooed the ass away from the height,
The ass felt confused, filled with fright.

“I saw the monkey dance so free,
Why can't that dancer also be me?”
Hopes of fame, they did ensue,
Yet the crowd's cheer he never knew.

On that day, the truth did shine,
Not all dances can be so fine.
The ass felt a lesson quite new,
What works for one might fail for you.