Dawnlark Plains I gotta pocketful, pocketful of sunshine

As she danced over the field, she was glad no one could see her. She bet she looked silly dancing around, but as her small paws hit the ground again, it was as if a spring was in her slim legs, and she bounded high. Her eyes went wide as she realized that she had no control, and she flipped awkwardly in the air and landed on her haunches, sliding for a couple of feet.