The Sunspire please twirl me one more time and don’t stop spinning me

Oaxaca remained oblivious to the conversation that swirled around him, his manner akin to a passenger on a bus, wearing earbuds, listening to some Fiji, or Common Kings, or Bob Marley. He was too young to know what music sounded like, but he bobbed his head and drummed his little forepaws to a rhythm he found innate, and the warbling little grunts and groans he made seemed almost intentionally undulating. They could’ve — and should’ve — autotuned that business and made a YouTube video; it would’ve gone viral in minutes.