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I am a professional dancer.
But that does not mean that when I go on holiday I do not dance.
I went up onto the dunes just after it had snowed.
Then I practiced my dance.
After a while there was a park ranger and a horse standing behind me on the path.
And no matter how hard he tried he could not get the horse to pass me.
My dance ended and I let them pass.
I turned back towards the road and as it became dark,
I whooped and holered at the trees.
The ranger returned, there was not much happening in the forest,
And I let them pass.