Every time Tibor the tiger tried to tip-toe through the ferns, his nose tickled like a hundred fuzzy caterpillars were throwing a party inside it. He was a very large tiger who wanted nothing more than to be a *graceful* dancer, which means moving in a smooth and beautiful way. But instead of a soft dance, Tibor’s nose would twitch, his whiskers would wiggle, and he would let out a sneeze so powerful it shook the coconuts from the trees. "I just want to be light on my paws," Tibor whispered to a passing butterfly, feeling quite *clumsy*, or awkward and heavy in his steps.