Sniffy: “Whooooahhhhh.” Sniffy is standing on his back legs with his front legs spread apart like airplane wings. “Aughhhhhhhhhh.” He moves his front paws up and down quickly trying to maintain his balance.
Mr. Draeger: “Sniffy, what are you doing?”
Sniffy: “I’m trying—whooooahhhhhh—to learn to—whooa, wha, whoa—walk on a tight rope—”
Mr. Draeger: “I can see that. Why?”
Sniffy: “I’m demonstrating—whooahhhh, ohhhhh—floundering—” Sniffy starts wiggling his body and legs in every direction possible in order to keep his balance on the string strung across his cage. After he regains his balance he continues, “and I—whooahhhh—want to join the cir—aughhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!” Sniffy falls off the string into a big pile of cotton balls. He lays on his back like a dog wanting his tummy scratched and says, “cus. I want to join the circus.” He falls asleep.