Billy Elliot had his dad. Kevin Bacon had the Rev. Shaw Moore. Channing Tatum had all those restricting clothes. It seems wherever there are souls aching to dance, there is someone or something trying to hold them back.
In the case of these baby goats, it’s Moo the barn cat.
For a over a minute, these sprightly little farm animals try to entertain their new feline friend with a variety of jigs. He is unimpressed.
“Stop that silly nonsense with your hooves, and come rub my belly until I decide I don’t like it and bite you,” Moo is most likely saying, while rolling around on the floor.
But like the great fancy, free and footloose trailblazers before them, these dancers refuse to quit, ensuring an easier future for all the groovy goats that follow.