It Gets Worse

Anna sprung out her front door like a ballerina and began walking down her street taking small, dainty steps on her tiptoes with her arms straight down by her sides and her hands face up and parallel to the ground. She looked like everyone's perfect vision of a ballerina.

Anna was horrified and could not believe what was compelling her to act in this way. Her horror intensified when she saw one of her gym training partners approaching her on the sidewalk.

"What is up with the getup, Anna?" her friend asked her laughingly.

"Don't I look cute?" Anna asked, then blew her friend a kiss and continued on her way.

She approached her new neighbor's house with the little cute girl and knocked on the door.