Deep within the Forest of Flibberflabber, where the trees are as tall as the ego of its inhabitants, there lived an elf named Blinky who was known for his EXTREME enthusiasm for all things dancing.
Every morning, Blinky would wake up at the crack of noon, don his favorite sparkly outfit, and prance through the forest, shouting "Dancing, dancing, EVERYWHERE!" at the top of his lungs.
The other inhabitants of the forest found Blinky's antics both endearing and infuriating. They would either join in on the dance party or hide behind a tree until he passed by.
The Story Unfolds
One fateful day, Blinky's overzealous dancing led him to trip over a root and face-plant into a nearby bush. His sparkly outfit was now covered in mud, and his ego was bruised even more than his behind.
The forest dwellers couldn't help but burst out laughing at the sight of Blinky, covered in mud, with his sparkly pants torn and his pointed hat askew.
But Blinky, undeterred, stood up, brushed himself off, and declared, "I meant to do that! It's a POST-MODERNIST expression of my dancing spirit."