Happiness Does the Soft Shoe: A Happiness Tale
“You silly goose!” Myrtle said. “What are you doing?” Fred was paddling across the grass with a peculiar rhythm to his step, a kind of heel-toe-kick-slide.
“It’s called the soft shoe,” Fred said. “It’s like tap dancing without the taps. Perfect for goose feet, don’t you think?” He did another shuffle-kick and spun around. “I saw it in an old James Cagney movie when we were hanging out near that festival last summer. Heard part of a song about it, too. Watch this.”
Fred cleared his throat and started chortling. To human ears, goose singing all sounds alike. But when a gander wants to impress his mate (and spring is coming, you know) he can muster up some tunes that set her heart to pattering.
“Give me an old soft shoe,” he sang, doing a little goose dance, “I said the old soft shoe. Ah-one; ah-two; Ah doodle dee doodle dee doo.”
Martha laughed. It was one of the silliest things she had ever seen him do, and Fred was practically the poster goose for silly. That, along with his strength and loyalty and incredible good looks, was why she loved him. He could always make her laugh.
And Fred loved that she laughed. It made him want to sing and dance.
Happiness is at its best when it’s shared, after all.
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