Beautiful P. You love to dance secretly. No one would ever guess it by watching you in the first five minutes of dance class, but you do. Really. You walk in confident as ever to class, put those tap shoes on and ZIP! You are silent. Confident, but silent. Just wait til the teacher busts out with the train song. Off you go. Dancing star. Then comes the ballet shoes and princess song. How can you contain those happy little feet and wiggly little waist?! Time to put your shoes away and it happens again... confident silence. No expression, nothing. You walk out of dance class and leave it all on the floor. Love you Ballerina Poodlena.