Relfection of Action

Pozzo commands that I  dance. I do not like to dance, and I know that it is only funny for my master and his friends. Ashamed, I shuffle and wriggle around with the leash tight around my neck. "Dance!" One of the strangers shouts. I cannot think of what to do next, so I stand silent and still. Pozzo glares at me under the brim of this hat. I dance again, fearing what will happen to me if I stop again. After a few minutes, the men laugh and applaud. My master seems pleased, so I am content.