OO nicely short story written! Skills I see huh..

Meet the chief's flamboyant and eccentric son.

In an effort to refute, but only inadvertantly cementing, the rumors about his alternative lifestyle he summoned the village and began to enact the ancient buffalo diety shimmy. A long respected and honored dance among his people, reserved exclusively for key celebrations.

Decorated in his favorite blue silk ribbons and green pleather leggings he frollicked wildly before the council of elders, intent on a fabulous exposition he imagined would spur contageous song and dance.

But, no. Instantly, looks of disgust and indignation contorted the collective countenance of the Rollerfoot tribe.

To make a long story short, it was his last dance. His breast-like pectorials were never seen again.