In the heart of town, where Sundays bring delight, People gather 'round to dance with all their might. Traditional steps and music fill the air, Creating magic beyond compare! Little Eliza, just five years old, Knows these dances, every step so bold. She’s watched them all since she was three, Dancing with Mummy, happy as can be! “Oh, how Mummy dances!” Eliza would say, Watching her twirl in that special way. Though Mummy’s new to these dances too, She learns them quick - wouldn’t you? One special Sunday, bright and clear, Eliza and Tati did appear. The town square bustled with joy and song, And Eliza knew she could dance along! “Come dance with me, Tati!” she gave a sweet plea, But Tati looked worried as worried could be. “I’m not like Mummy, I don’t know the way, Perhaps we should watch others dance today.” But brave little Eliza, with sparkles in her eyes, Said “Tati, dear Tati, we just have to try! It doesn’t matter if steps go wrong, The fun is in dancing and singing along!” Tati smiled gently and made her a deal, “I’ll learn these dances, that’s how I feel. We’ll go to dance classes, just you and me, But for now, dear Eliza, dance free!” So into the circle our Eliza did go, Following the rhythm, moving to and fro. Just like her Mummy, brave and bright, Dancing with joy in the warm sunlight! Now every Sunday, when dancers appear, Little Eliza brings so much cheer. And guess who’s learning to dance with grace? Tati’s in classes, a smile on his face! The End

A story about bravery, family love, and the joy of dancing together. Perfect for bedtime reading or sharing special moments with your little ones.